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A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing
Pairing: Dark!Steve Kemp x F!Reader
Word Count: 2.6k
Summary: It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you.
Warnings: THIS IS A DARK FIC - PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS - dead dove, kidnapping, mentions of smut (p in v), fingering and oral (fem receiving), implied non-con, degradation, restraints, physical abuse (face slapping), cannibalism (it’s Steve kemp what did you expect?), force feeding, hints of Stockholm syndrome?
A/N: Unbeta’d | dividers created by @rookthorne thank you for also helping me with the summary my love 🥰 | this oneshot was inspired by the lovely @smutconnoisseur who made me this absolutely stunning moodboard 😭 I just knew I had to write something as soon as I saw it. Thank you so much sweetie, loves you the most 🥹
“Let me go, you fucking psycho!”
Steve merely kept on humming to himself, happily slicing the meat in front of him into finely cut pieces. It took severe attention to detail to finesse the glide of the knife just right, cutting through as smooth as butter.
It had taken quite a long time to get his craft on the line of perfection - years in the making - and now that he’d finally mastered the art, it was as easy as riding a bike. The rush of adrenaline spiking his nerves gave him a hit unlike anything else in his life. This was what he was meant for. He’d wasted so much time not giving in before.
Wooden screeching against the floor snapped him out of his inner musings, eyes lifting up to see you fidgeting in your chair - presumably trying to escape, but the chains attached to your feet would keep you rooted.
Steve couldn’t help but notice how the glow of the candlelight surrounding you on the dinner table highlighted the beauty in the features of your face. Sunset orange dancing among the shadows, defining your cheekbones and your shoulders decorated in the straps of a pretty dress.
You were so beautiful. Perfect for him.
Placing the meat onto a skillet to cook, Steve wiped his hands and rounded the corner of the kitchen island to join you, the sudden bravado you had earlier evaporating while terror took over your body. His cock shouldn’t have gotten hard seeing the tears gathering on your lash line, but those glassy eyes reminded him of a deer in fright, ready to run. And fuck, would he love the chase.
“Bambi… join me.”
It was haunting, the kind smile Steve let loose as he held out his hand to you after arriving by your side. No wasn’t an answer, and you did well to stand up on your shaky legs - from still recovering or fear, he wasn’t sure - quietly proud of you either way.
Flashbacks of you clumsily tripping over the bed to go relieve yourself on the toilet crossed his mind as he brought you to the middle of the living room. After fucking you three times in one night, leaving you screaming his name and begging for more each time, he couldn’t help be prideful watching you stumble your way out of the room. Just like a doe learning to walk for the first time.
Of course, the chains rattling with each step you took while limping weren’t part of the memory. The heavy breaths were familiar though, smirk crawling onto his face as he imagined your adorable squeaks while he ate your cunt like he was man starved.
Once Steve had directed you into the middle of the living room rug, he brought you closer to him, slipping his arm over your waist as you flinched, and grabbing your other hand to hold as he began to slowly dance. He was thoughtful enough to keep his steps light and be extra careful with you.
Deciding it was too much of a distraction for you a long time ago, Steve had decided to forego music in the house - it let your mind switch off and he wanted your brain alert… in the present. Solely on him and every move he made. So, he graced you with his singing voice instead, whispering the lyrics to ‘Restless Heart’ in your ear.
Steve felt the shaking of your chest before your uncontrollable sobs cut through his singing. He’d be offended had he no clue how scared his Bambi was.
“What’s wrong, Bambi? Huh? Don’t you like it here with me?”
“I w-want to go h-home.” You stuttered.
Steve sighed and lifted your head up with his palms, kissing your forehead and leaning down to your watery eyeline to speak to you directly.
“Oh, baby…” his condescending tone gave away his faux concern for you, “you know I can’t let you do that.”
You began to heave, breaths coming in fast and heavy with panic - Steve almost felt a crack in his heart. Almost.
Truth be told, Steve knew you were it for him. Ever since he first saw you from the corner of his eye walking down the fruit and vegetable aisle, he’d been bewitched.
Youthful, tight skin, good looking.
You ticked all the boxes for him… and the rest of his client base.
He’d caught other women before - gorgeous, just the right amount of meat on their thighs to keep the buyers happy.
They were good. However, they didn’t compare to you.
Normally, Steve would be excited to find new prey. The cat and mouse play of picking out women to cut up and sell. But, you were different. Steve wanted you all for himself.
See, you weren’t just a pretty face, you were witty, funny, intelligent - maybe not smart enough to see what was coming, but he didn’t hold that against you, he was just too conniving after all.
And those goddamn dates he took you on, paving the path for his plan to come to fruition, when he found himself enjoying your company. Steve wanted to spend all of his time with you, willingly.
That was when he decided he didn’t want to go along with his usual plans. Instead, he wanted to date you. See where this relationship could go.
So, he took you to his house tucked away in a secluded area - the excuse of wanting a weekend without the modern world bothering you in disguise of your questioning to the lack of signal or Wi-Fi.
Honestly, he didn’t initially plan to drug you. The opportunity just… sprung onto him. Too tempting to not listen to his base instincts and ignore the spiked wine hidden in the alcohol cabinet.
A voice in the back of his head told him he shouldn’t be doing that, he vividly remembered it. The urge to get a kick out of his charades with someone as good as you overpowered it, though.
Steve wasn’t proud of himself afterwards, but how could he be blamed? He’d worked out a successful routine before he stumbled on you. Wooing girls fitting his mental meat quality checklist and eventually luring them into his second home. It was only natural to follow his instincts, what he’d made of himself.
You especially weren’t happy when you found yourself on his home operating table, opening your eyes to realise your boyfriend was taking your ass.
Weirdly, he didn’t find guilt in the thrill he took from that - that seemed to sicken you the most. He remembered how you lunged for him, screaming about the insanity of his pleasures when you woke up after the surgery to find him sitting in your caged prison. Cutting into your delicate skin to watch the stream of blood flow down your rump to then hearing him laughing to himself as he showed you the flesh stolen away from your body had your head spinning - dangling it from his fingers in front of your face.
It wasn’t too long after that you passed out from overexertion. If only you knew the way he used you to take care of himself after that.
It may have been confusing to understand, but Steve genuinely thought the world of you. Those few months of dating spent together changed his mind on whether he’d find a companion ever again.
Finding love alongside Steve’s hobby had been difficult to put it lightly. His first wife knew of his side activities coinciding with his doctoral career. That was why he settled being with her, someone who was accepting of who he was. But, although she may have put up with what he was doing, she didn’t initiate that spark within Steve - that buried, deep seated fire that begged to be set free. Steve wanted to be seen, to be loved in his entirety.
There was no shame in that.
That was what led to the downfall of his marriage, Steve was no longer interested in the farce of keeping up appearances with a woman who didn’t truly understand him. Which is why she had to go. Just divorcing wasn’t an option, she knew too much.
Then came along you. His pretty doe, who captured his heart from a glance.
As your hysteria whittled on, Steve hugged you tight to his chest.
He’d kept you here for a month in total now. Four glorious weeks of spending time with you alone, bonding together. Your feistiness only made his cock grow in his slacks whenever you put up a fight.
His little doe didn’t put out easy - just how he liked it.
As your tears continued to soak his dress shirt further, he shushed your cries, keeping you close and he swayed side to side in comfort.
The beeping of the oven hob, interrupted Steve’s attempt at soothing you. The meat was cooked and it was time to plate up the dinner he’d made for the two of you.
Bringing you away from his chest, Steve smoothed your hair behind your ears, wiping his thumbs under your swollen eyes to get rid of your tears. Holding your arm, he again directed you back towards the table to sit down, clamped your hands back into the cuffs attached before walking towards the kitchen.
Peaking over, Steve noticed you had calmed down and collected yourself by the time he was adding the peppermint sauce over the mashed potatoes and meat.
He had high hopes on your opinion of his cooking, what you thought mattered to him, believe it or not. It was his real passion beside becoming a plastic surgeon, and he wanted you of all people to like it.
Gracefully, Steve walked on over with his finished plates and set one on each placemat. Your head was bowed, eyes set on the meal set in front of you.
“What is it?”
Your mousy voice spoke up and had Steve looking down at you, lifting your chin up with two fingers so he could see your face.
“Your favourite, sweetheart. Steak and mashed potato.”
A shudder racked through your body as Steve smirked, dropping your face and grabbing the large napkin to fan out over your thighs. He smoothed the material over your legs and traced the tips of his fingers along your bare skin. The sight of you inching away didn’t sit well with Steve, pinching you to hear that familiar yelp he loved so much.
He began to get settled in his seat, combing his styled hair back with his fingers before beginning to cut up the meat on his plate.
“You remember our dinner date don't you, baby? You ordered the exact same thing when the waiter asked. Poor boy couldn’t keep his eyes to himself when I made you speak as I fucked you with my fingers.”
Steve knows you didn’t want him to hear the gasp that couldn’t be kept in. Adorable. You were still so shy around him.
But he didn’t appreciate how long your silence lingered, looking up to see you still staring down at your food, untouched.
The knife clashing down on the plate made you jump in your seat. You didn’t want to eat, no bother. Steve would help you.
Stabbing a cut of meat with his fork, Steve carefully leaned over the table to hold the steak up to your mouth for you to take a bite.
“Open up, my little doe.”
Steve saw your mouth opening up, happy to see you were cooperating with his request. You were finally making progress. Only for you to suddenly move your head to the side as he got close and bite down onto his hand, hard.
The fury built up in Steve as he snatched his hand away, fork scattering onto the table as he released it. In instant retaliation, Steve backhanded you across the face, sending your head whipping over to the side as blood spurted out your mouth.
“Bad girl.”
Blood from the force of his hit trickled down the corner of your mouth. You hadn’t moved from your spot for a second before Steve grabbed the front of your neck, bringing you closer over the table and ignoring your squeak of pain.
“Now, eat what I so graciously cooked you before I fucking force it down your throat.” His spit from the anger of his voice shot out onto your face. Steve shoved you back before slumping into his own seat once again.
His hot and cold nature always had you on edge, but you were used to it by now. Is that what he really deserved after being so thoughtful to you?
Steve observed you closely. Watching your every move should you try something like that again. Only would you get away with something like that once.
You picked up the fork dropped, meat still intact on the silverware and inspected it thoroughly. He knew you were looking for hints of poison or something that indicated he’d drugged you. He threatened it enough times for you to be wary.
He wasn’t sure what you would have preferred once you found out.
Opening your mouth, you placed the meat tenderly onto your tongue and closed to begin eating.
Steve waited until you had swallowed. Intently watching you chew before you were finished with your bite. He gave it a second before sitting back up, taking the fork from you and stabbing another piece, ready to start his meal.
Not before letting you in on his secret ingredient. “I always said you tasted good, didn’t I, Bambi?”
Cold dread visibly washed over your face as you went deadly quiet. Your hands began to abnormally shake. Steve just sat there and watched as your body went into emotional turmoil.
There wasn’t much you could have done, chained to the table, hyperventilating. It wasn’t even as if you could have stuck your fingers down your throat to throw it back up, fingers too far out of reach to even try. It didn’t stop you from dry heaving over the side of the table, retching loudly.
Eventually, the panic your body sent you in, along with your howling cries from despair allowed you to get worked up enough to throw up. Regurgitated meat mixed with bile landing on the carpet as Steve carried on eating - unfazed.
It took you a while for your body to finally relax, for your mind to comprehend what Steve just made you do. Sweat dripped down your face as you forced your body back upright, too weak to fully keep your eyes open as you hoarsely spoke.
“Why are you doing this?”
You looked defeated, body slumped with dark circles under your eyes, shivering like Steve hadn’t cranked the heating up.
Steve wiped his mouth. He understood you were an acquired taste, not for the lightheaded - you’d get used to it eventually though. He thought you were delicious, cleaning up his plate entirely.
He looked directly into your eyes after he finished eating, voice devoid of emotion. “Isn’t it obvious? I love you.”
Your reply is instant “No, you don’t.”
Darkness blackered his pupils. Body still and uptight as he went still. Steve pushed his plate away and leaned his forearms onto the table, never stopping staring as you squirmed in your seat.
“Don’t you ever question my love for you again. Do you hear me?”
You swallowed the presumed lump in your throat.
Steve couldn’t understand how you didn’t know how much he cared for you. You were here, eating in his dining room. He’d sacrificed customer sales by keeping you to himself. He loved you. You’d understand one day though. He’d make sure of it.
“Give it time, Bambi. I know you’ll learn to love me back.”
“And if I don’t?” There was one last inch of life in your eyes, a thin thread of hope holding on for dear life. Steve could see it clear as day, the embers in your irises dying out with each moment he took to answer.
He knew he had you then, the gut punch of his response blowing out the flame once and for all.
“Funny… you think you have a choice.”
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Dark Steve Kemp
this man is the absolute love of my life. i love all of you who’ve written about him. please feel free to send me pieces similar to the ones below.
ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪs ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴘᴇᴄɪғɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴛᴀʙᴏᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪsᴛᴜʀʙɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄs. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs.
✸ indicates my personal favourites, but all the below fics are absolutely fantastic.
◌ One Shots
No Escape, by @buckybarnesandmarvel
→ [you try to escape steve. he shows you there is no escape]
needs, by @heavysoldat ✸
→ [with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all]
The Hand That Feeds, by @cadaverousnight ✸
→ [Steve finds you in a compromising position; it would be cruel of him not to offer his help]
Take It Easy, by @cadaverousnight ✸
→ [Just how far are you willing to go to convince Steve he can trust you?]
Fettered Attachments, by @wh0reforoldmen
→ [Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another]
A Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing, by @thevillainswhore ✸
→ [It was an art - one that took many years and many sacrifices to perfect, and Steve had managed to become a master at it. There was just one thing he would not fully commit to sacrificing, at least not the important parts that kept life essence flowing: you]
Honest, by @highonmarvel
→ [Steve’s never lied to you]
You didn’t need that, did you?, by @highonmarvel ✸
→ [You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs]
Wine and Dine, by @nicestgirlonline
→ [You get stood up on your first date in forever, luckily Steve swoops in to save the day…]
the possession, by @sgt-seabass
→ [Steve teaches his sunflower a lesson]
mind games, by @sgt-seabass
→ [Sunflower learns what happens when she disobeys her daddy]
A Well Respected Man, by @sableseb
→ [no description]
◌ Two- or three-parters
slave to pain & Shattered, by @sgt-seabass ✸
→ [You escape Steve’s basement & A failed escape attempt lands you on Steve’s operating table]
◌ Series
A New Life, by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor ✸
→ [You have an unexpected encounter in the park]
P1
P2
P3
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Honest
Steve Kemp: Steve’s never lied to you. 18+ only!
Dub/Non Con Warning!
more content warnings here!
“I’m gonna keep you alive, for as long as I can.”
You would have scoffed if you were in less of a frantic state. Though it had only been two months, you had grown to trust Steve; he had never lied to you, and you thought he never would. You trusted him so much that had he not already lied to you, you would believe him now.
“I don’t believe you,” you say shakily, trying to stop your body from trembling as you pull against the chain cuffed to your right hand.
He crouches down, and you can feel his eyes on you, but you’re too preoccupied with fumbling with your restraint to meet his gaze, despite deep down knowing how useless your effort here would be.
“I’ve never lied to you,” he says.
“You said you were a vegetarian,” you snap through gritted teeth, as you try hard at tugging your hand free.
“I said I don’t eat animals.”
You briefly pause your efforts—so momentarily it may as well not count—running through your mind the red flags you should have caught—but they were never lies. You want to berate yourself for getting so caught up in his charm, but, in your defence, how were you supposed to know your boyfriend was a cannibal? Maybe you should have been more wary he was a kidnapper, but a cannibal?
“Yeah,” this time you do scoff, “Eats pussy, eats people, what’s the difference.”
His serenity juxtaposed with your anxious effort to get free are driving you madder by the second.
“Stop doing that,” he mutters, but you don’t stop, instead trying harder, pulling harder, hands trembling harder, heart thumping harder.
“STOP!” he yells, and it startles you enough to pull your left hand away. He stands, towering over you and blocking the light, like a dark cloud blocking the sun to cause a storm.
“No!” you scream at him as you kick away the sheets of the thin mattress onto the cold floor, “Don’t touch me!” you shriek, cowering further into the corner, pushing up hard against the wall, willing it to swallow you up, even collapse against you—just anything to get you away from him.
He holds his hands up and shrugs, still cool as ever, as you throw your head back against the wall, eyes closed and chin outward towards him, nose to the roof as you will yourself to just. Wake. Up. Because this can’t be real.
You scramble to stand up and attempt to dart past him—for what, you’re not sure, maybe the chain will break or something, doesn’t matter, you just have to try something.
His eyes widen but he easily sticks out an arm and you run into it. You bend over his outstretched arm and start screaming and kicking. He pulls you against his chest, one arm wrapped firmly around your waist and the other caging your chest, his hand in your hair.
“Stop, stop, stop,” he coos, “Calm down.”
And against your better judgement you do, you slowly stop fighting against him, because no matter what, his warm arms wrapped around you and the scent of his earthy cologne relax you, like you’re conditioned to. You close your eyes and hope when you open them you’ll be back in your bed, Steve’s strong arms around you, and you were only kicking because you had an awful nightmare, but it’s okay, because Steve’s got you.
You peel your eyes open and deflate in disappointment, met with the same dim orange light and cold room, Steve’s arms around you.
You feel really stupid that you pretty much just walked into your cage, maybe you would have felt better if he had snatched you off the side of the road, because that wouldn’t be your fault. This… this did feel like your fault.
“Steve, let me go,” you demand, still out of breath.
He drops your body onto the mattress and you groan as you look up at him again. You know you asked, but you feel colder without him. You want to say I meant let me out of here, but he holds up a finger to stop you when he sees you open your mouth.
“Now why would I let my favourite girl leave?”
You physically cringe at his words. In any other context that would have you blushing and lightly squeezing your thighs together, but now, you hear the word favourite and your mind wanders to how many women he’s said that to… how many women he’s done this to.
“Would have thought you treated your favourite a little better,” you snap, and immediately regret it when his eyes go dark and his face falls. You suppress a shudder, and when the corner of his mouth quirks up, you try uselessly to back away even further. His eyes remain dangerous and his lips beautifully coy, his gorgeous features morphing a juxtaposition that terrifies you.
“You know I can make you feel good,” he drawls, tone heated.
“Steve, don’t,” you breathe, disgusted, by him, and by yourself, for you feel that familiar heartbeat calling out to him. Your body defies you, responding on its own to his drop in octave as you watch him crouch down to you.
He lays down next to you and moves his hand to your waist, “And you know… maybe I want you for myself. I already know you taste sweet.”
He smiles and traces his fingers further down to your thigh and squeezes gently.
You can’t look away from him, fixated on his steel blue eyes, mouth slightly open and breathing uneven.
Slowly, he moves to hold himself up above you, neat brown waves falling forward as he stares down at you, hunger-filled eyes raking over you. You know that look; he wants to devour you.
But… maybe in a different context this time.
Your nerves scale up as he moves down and places his head between your thighs, pushing them apart.
“Steve, please stop,” you whisper as he settles.
“You’re soaked already,” he remarks, before running his middle finger down your clothed slit. You writhe and you can feel his amused exhale against your heat.
Though every brain cell is screaming this is wrong, you can’t help but crave his mouth on you, and you’re so caught up in the idea you don’t even notice he’s slipping your underwear off until he leaves a gentle kiss on your cunt and you gasp, hands immediately flying to grip his hair.
He smiles before his mouth latches onto you.
Your hips buck into his face before he steadies you, his hands smoothing over your thighs and slipping underneath them to get a better (but still gentle) grip on you, pulling you closer to him. You let out a sob at a particularly harsh suck he gives and he grins before dipping his tongue back in and swirling.
“Steve…” you whine, and you can’t even tell for what; for him to stop, for him to never stop, you don’t know. With every swirl, lick, suck, you can feel your resolve starting to melt away, mere minutes into discovering you’re his fucking captive.
“You taste so fucking good,” he grunts against you, his voice cracking as he struggles to keep his composure, just as lost in the taste of you as you are in the feel of him.
You’re close and he knows it, “Cum for me, sweetness, please,” he begs, sounding nearly desperate. And you do, with an arch of your back and a heavenly moan falling from your mouth, you cum into his mouth, tears stinging your vision as you grip tighter onto his locks before letting your hands fall away to push weakly as his shoulders.
“See?” he says as he raises his head. You manage to look down at him, his nose and lower face glistening, coated in you, “You just taste so fucking good… the rest of you’s gotta to be as heavenly too, honey.”
♯
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Game on, Barnes
Bucky x Brat!Reader pt1 18+
Summary: Drunk reader and protective Bucky. Series Warnings: Dom Bucky, Brat reader Dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, handcuffs, smut next chapter lol, alcohol, knife kink.
- “Bucky. No.”
- “Doll. Yes.”
This had been going on for a while now. Bucky trying to handle drunk you and drunk you stubbornly avoiding his help. Nope. Nope. Tonight was meant for you, Natasha, and Wanda to get plastered and while you were very tempted to give into your convincing boyfriend, you’d waited all week for this.
How he knew you were here, you didn’t even know. You decided that maybe it would be best to leave out some details of what your girls night would consist of. You didn’t enjoy keeping him out of the loop but Bucky tended to be a bit….protective? Not to mention the whole team knew of you being a lightweight so if he were to find out you’d be out drinking with someone like Natasha, he’d definitely object.
- “baby…I’m not going to ask again. Drink the water now before I pry your mouth open and pour it down your throat.” He seethed. His voice was harsh and deep, stirring something inside you. It almost convinced you to obey him. Almost.
You pushed you body against his chest, hands slowly making their way underneath his Henley. His skin was hot under your fingers as you rubbed circles on his chest. Looking up at his face you saw that he was doing his best to ignore the affect your touch had on him as he refused to make eye contact.
- “Cmon daddy….I can think of a better way to use my throat” you whined, suddenly desperate for him.
The sudden use of his favorite nickname causes his eyes to snap down to yours. You were a mess but to Bucky you still looked angelic, even with you drunken blush, messy hair, and glassy eyes.
- “yeah babydoll? You done being a brat and ready to be my good girl?” Bucky hummed as he rubbed circles on your hips. Fuck he wanted you right now.
His patronizing tone had your stubbornness melting away, you now ready to please Bucky. - “yes daddy. M’sorry” you pouted. “ jus’ wanna go home and be your good girl.”
As soon as the words left your mouth Bucky placed and assertive kiss to your lips and threw you over his shoulder already marching out of the club and towards your shared apartment. You letting out drunk giggles the whole way there.
~~~~~
- “I hate you.”
- “I love you, babydoll.”
- “If you loved me you would have handcuffed me to our bed and fucked me!” You all but cried. “not handcuff me to our bed and tell me to sleep!” You sobbed out as you thrashed to show your frustration. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at your childishness from you not getting what you want.
“I promise I’ll fuck your in the morning baby” he tried to compromise in between laughs, only fueling your anger.
- “but…but I’m horny now! Please Bucky!” You screeched as you saw Bucky get into his side of the bed.
- “I can’t fuck you while you’re in this state babydoll. It’d make me feel like I’m using you” he cooed in an attempt to call you down as he gently cupped your jaw.
- “I want you to use me!” You huffed laying it on thick in hopes he’d give in.
- “I swear on my soul, I’ll use you sooo much tomorrow, baby.”
- “……promise?”
- “pinky promise.” He swore as he brought his metal pinky finger up to your cuffed one.
- “can you at least take these off?” You questioned, motioning to the metal holding your arms above your head.
- “oh no. I can’t. You’re simply too dangerous. You’ll jump my bones the second you get the chance” he exaggerated, before turning off your lamp, leaving you both in complete darkness.
- “good night, sweetheart.” Bucky cooed with a kiss, only to receive a huff from you.
“………”
“………….”
“…………….goodnight, Bucky”
you just couldn’t go to bed without a goodnight. After all he really did love you, even if he cuffed you up to keep you from fucking.
But you’d get him back.
Just when he least expected it.
Game on, Barnes.
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hi! can i request steve kemp where reader lashes out during dinner one day? then he gets angry because he was being merciful lately and puts reader in their place. maybe he grips the readers jaw while he yells at them because i’m a whore for that 😩
𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔
✧˚ · . 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.
pairing — steve kemp x little!reader
w/c — 1.3k
this is a dark fic. 18+ only.
warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, violence towards stuffies, implied kidnapping, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), minor violence against reader, blood play, cannibalism, yelling
a/n — omg thank you so much for this ask. i love it. i don't see steve as the type to yell when he's angry (unless you bite his dick or smth) so i hope you like the way i went with this. not beta read. i hope you enjoy!
It’s not like Steve wanted to hurt you.
He had plenty of other outlets for his violent tendencies, but you were meant to be something relaxing for him.
And when you weren’t, it could easily send him into a rage.
The thing about Steve was that his wrath didn’t present as outward anger. He never raised his voice. He was rough with you physically, but his demeanour remained scarily calm, and he was always plotting his moves one step ahead of you.
You were his predictable sunflower, after all.
Cute. But oh so dumb at times.
This evening, Steve knew he’d have an issue on his hands the moment he got you from your cell, a defiant look in your eye that spelt trouble with a capital T. Even in your little space, a term Steve had learnt, you had your moments of fighting. You never were a big talker, but Steve could read your behaviours like a book.
His victims always had a hard time adapting. The thing was, you were holding onto your life while they lay in pieces in Steve’s cold storage.
With your dress flouncing with each step, a teddy hanging from your hand and Steve holding your other, you were brought to an immaculately set dining room table. The presentation of candles, flowers and shining silverware was romantic, but given the circumstances, Steve could tell your heart wasn’t in it. Your eyes didn’t light up for him, instead, they were filled with unshed tears.
It was insulting. He’d gone to all this effort just for you.
“I want to go home… Daddy, please let me go home.” You sniffled, clutching at your bear. He was missing a leg. Mr Bear had lost his limb when you misbehaved last week. He’d be a stump at this stage with your attitude.
“Stop being silly. Sit down.” Steve pressed down on your shoulders, forcing you into the wooden seat.
You sat stiffly, but Steve brushed it off. Once you tried the food, perhaps your mood would improve.
Steve watched from the kitchen counter as you shuffled Mr Bear to sit in your lap. He hadn’t bargained on a third wheel, but you’d grown attached to the stuffie since he brought it home from the hospital gift shop. You listened better with little friends, so Steve took the small win.
With a hum, Steve moved around the kitchen, plating your amatriciana pasta in pretty swirls. He could feel your beady eyes observing him, making him smile.
You were curious, always watching him. Steve appreciated your inquisitive nature because it meant you were interested in him. His little sunflower likes to watch.
Steve brought the pasta to the table, your eyes turning to the dish once it was placed down. Your lips pursed, fingers digging into your bear.
Did you know? Surely, there would be no way you could tell the difference just from the look. Steve sat down next to you, his own plate mirroring yours.
“Don’t let it get cold,” Steve commented, swirling the pasta around his fork before taking a big bite. “It’s delicious. I made it just for you.”
Nervously, you picked up your fork with little teddy bears engraved in it, picking at the pasta sauce. You were moving the bits of meat away.
Steve frowned, placing his hand over your wrist. “Don’t be rude and pick at your food.”
“What is it?” You questioned as you moved away the little shreds of pink meat.
“Pancetta. It’s pork,” Steve lied. The pancetta was actually called Laura.
You’d never eaten Steve’s desired cuisine before, so he wanted to start you on something small.
You turned your nose up. Steve’s eyes narrowed. You had better intuition than he had given you credit for.
“Eat the pasta, sunflower. This is your first and only warning.” Steve’s voice had lost its usual nonchalant tone. He wasn’t fucking around anymore.
“I’m not hungry,” you muttered, and Steve scoffed. He’d purposely not fed you all day so you’d be hungry, so he knew you were bluffing.
It seemed you were growing bolder in saying no to him, and Steve hated it. The broken angel he found on your first night in your cell was growing her wings back. And it was time for your feathers to be clipped— No. Snapped off.
Steve sat back in his chair, considering you. If a gentle approach wasn’t going to work, well, maybe he just needed to scare the shit out of you. It seems to work on his other victims just fine. He wasn’t even that mad, more irritated. But if he needed to act angry, he could do that.
“Right.” Steve tilted his neck, letting his bones pop to release the rising tension in his body. Your frame shook at the sound. If you wouldn’t obey him, he would have to take the alternate route.
Steve would worm his way into your head, turning your mind into his possession, not something you could control of your own volition. But first, you needed to be vulnerable.
There was an almighty whack when Steve grabbed your head and slammed your forehead into the table, not even a gasp leaving you with how little time you had to react. A split opened on your hairline instantly, blood trickling down your face and dripping onto your bear.
“Do you think I’m fucking around, huh?! When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it!” Steve gripped your face tightly between his fingers, his spit hitting your face as he yelled at you.
Your tears quickly began flowing, and Steve thought it was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen. With the deep red ichor sliding down your face, and your tears mixing in, it was a sight to behold.
Beautiful.
“Do you want to die? Because when you don’t fucking listen, you push me closer and closer to the fucking edge,” Steve growled, and you quickly shook your head with a sob.
“I— I don’t want to die!” You cried, and Steve pulled your face closer to his.
“Then listen to me, you dumb useless baby. You’re making me regret keeping you. I cooked this meal for you, and you’re going to eat it, or I will shove it down your throat myself.”
You let out a mighty wail, shaking with fear as Steve held you so tight there would be bruises left on your skin.
Steve had got precisely what he wanted. You hooked on his fishing line, ready for the slaughter. But instead of gutting you and selling you to the highest bidder, Steve wanted to keep you in a tank away from all the other fish.
Steve let you go, shoving your face away and ignoring your whimpers. He ripped the bear from your grip, putting it on a spare chair away from you. You couldn’t even bring yourself to ask for it back in your scared state, your bottom lip trembling miserably.
“Poor Mr Bear, always bearing the consequences of your actions,” Steve taunted, loading up your fork with food and bringing it to your mouth. The ‘pork’ (Laura) flecks stood out of the red sauce, and Steve could see the way you hesitated.
“Open that pretty mouth for me, sunflower, or Mr Bear loses an arm.”
That seemed to be all the extra pressure you needed, your head still bleeding as you leaned forward and took the food into your mouth.
You scrunched your eyes closed, Steve raising a brow. Were you expecting a horrible taste?
Confusion flooded your features as you chewed, and Steve patted your cheek. “It’s not bad, is it?”
“It’s… It’s nice...” You said with astonishment, and when Steve brought another forkful to your mouth, you didn’t hesitate to eat it.
Steve smiled.
His little sunflower was growing up.
Steve filled his fork with pasta, before swiping his finger through your blood and smearing your crimson across his food. You watched, mesmerised, as Steve ate his tainted food with a satisfied moan. “Mm, divine. See? Date night isn’t so bad, is it?”
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happy birthday
pairing: steve kemp x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. mentions of cannibalism. allusion to drugging. non con/dub con smut. kidnapping. please let me know if i’m missing something!
words: 2.2k
notes: a little continuation of wwybm. it’s my birthday. i woke up at 3am and needed to write this lol. enjoy. !not edited bc i’m up against the clock - i’ll reread in the morning to see if anything needs correcting lol!
The gentle knock coming from the other side of the door had startled you as you were laying in bed. It’d been so quiet all day, you’d gotten used to the silence. You looked over in the darkness of the room at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Squinting at the small bright light that lit up the time, you saw it was just after midnight. The clicking of the lock being unlocked and the turning of the handle had you sitting up as your gaze shot to the door. You knew who it was, but you didn’t know why he was coming so late. In the three months since he’d gotten you here, he had always been pretty consistent with his visits - he’d never come this late. Of course, you didn’t really know that for sure.. Maybe he did and you were just always asleep by now. You wouldn’t put it past him to be that creepy. Not anymore, anyway.
Steve entered the room with one hand behind his back and a small smile on his face when he saw you awake. He turned on the dimmer as he walked in, and you were thankful he hadn’t turned on the light fully - your eyes still wincing even in just the dim light.
“Good, you're already up. I would’ve felt bad if I had to wake you,” he simpered.
You eyed him warily as he approached the bed, hand still behind his back. You scooted over, further away from him when he sat down on the edge of the mattress. He sighed solemnly at your avoidance but didn’t say anything about it as he took a deep breath. He turned and looked at you with stars in his eyes before he spoke again.
“I made you something,” he said as he moved his arm from behind him. You didn’t know what you were expecting but it certainly wasn’t that. In his hand was a frosted cupcake with a single candle on it.
You looked at it, blinking before you looked back over at the alarm clock and read the date lit up at the top. Your breath caught in your throat.
The date couldn’t be right.
It was your birthday?
How was it already your birthday? It hadn’t really registered before now that you had been here this long. You figured you tried not to think about it.
If you did, if you thought about it long enough, you were sure you’d end up in tears. Luckily Steve brought your attention back to him before they could rise in your eyes.
“I doubt it’s anywhere near as good as yours, but I tried,” he laughed lightly.
He gestured for you to take the cupcake from his hand and when you did, albeit trepidatiously, he moved to pull out a small matchbook from his pocket.
He struck a match and lit the white candle - the glow was brighter than the light of the room, illuminating your face as you stared into the flame.
You didn’t know what to say, so you said the only thing you could think of.
“Thank you.”
It was nearly a whisper as you still avoided his heavy gaze, eyes seemingly caught in the trance of the fire lit before you.
“Make a wish,” he said as he moved closer to you on the bed. His hand on your thigh had you finally looking at him again before your gaze fell to his touch. You looked back at the flame and took a deep breath, shutting your eyes before you blew out the candle as you made your wish.
You opened your eyes as Steve took the cupcake from your hand and leaned past you on the bed to set it on the nightstand behind you. He was so close, essentially trapping you where you were, arms on either side of you as he leaned over you. He was fully on the bed now, and that’s when you realized he was in his pajamas. You knew what that meant. He’d be sleeping in here with you tonight.
He normally only stayed with you in this room - your room - on “date nights”, as he referred to them.
You hated them, hated that he insisted on calling them dates. There was a time you daydreamed about going on dates with him, but obviously the circumstances in those thoughts were vastly different.
You’d daydreamed about going out to dinner with Steve, maybe seeing a movie. Here you were brought food, dinner you now refused to touch if you thought he had made it himself. After the first meal he’d prepared for you, after everything he’d told you only after you’d eaten half of it… it made you sick to even think about it.
That night didn’t end well.
The next ‘date night’ was pizza from your favorite local spot, he promised he hadn’t added anything. After you ate, he’d gone upstairs and you thought that was a night, but he came back down later in his pajamas and joined you as you laid in the queen sized bed. You eyed him like he was crazy as he turned on the tv you’d never used that was mounted on the wall. He put on a movie and somewhere along the way, you’d fallen asleep against your will. You woke up to him spooning you the next morning, your head foggy.
The next week he made food again and swore it wasn’t human. The fact he even had to say that made your stomach turn and you refused it. Instead you watched as he made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for you in the kitchenette further into the room. Really, what felt like a studio apartment. You ate. He left. And not thirty minutes later he was back - looking like he was ready for bed. You got used to the routine after a few weeks. You hated that you looked forward to those nights after a while - but you were only human. You were lonely and scared a lot of the time but when you could just close your eyes and fall asleep with the warmth of someone holding you - whispering sweet nothings into your ear and telling you everything was going to be okay, things didn’t seem so hellish.
Steve’s head fell to the crook of your neck and he started leaving soft kisses along your delicate skin. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” he whispered against your throat. “I’m so lucky you were born. So glad you’re mine,” he continued in between kisses.
His hand was cold as he slid your tank top up, goosebumps rising along your flesh as he touched your waist. You let him take it off and resigned yourself to his indulgent touches.
You knew it was wrong, all convoluted, but his gentleness was comforting. If you could forget about the circumstances that found you here, pretend you weren’t being held against your own free will, that what had been budding between you two hadn’t been completely broken and instead had grown naturally into something more - something real, you could find some solace in his embrace. However farcical it was in reality, it felt like your only escape from the true insanity of the situation.
Your tank top was thrown to the ground and his lips quickly descended down to your chest, his hands fondling you softly.
“All mine,” he muttered against your skin, peppering kisses along your breasts.
His hands slid down to your shorts and he tugged at the waistband, pulling them down along with your underwear. Leaning back from you, he discarded his shirt before leaning back down to take your lips in his. He kissed you fervently, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of you on his tongue. When you broke away, he nuzzled against you, breathing you in. He took a second to calm himself before he took his pajama pants off. He laid you down on the bed and hovered above you, his hand caressing your cheek as he stared down at you like you were the only thing that mattered to him. It was unnerving and you had to look away from the intensity. His hand slowly traveled from your cheek down your neck and over your chest before he gripped your hip.
You were looking off to the side, eyes fixed on the wall behind him as he lined his cock up to your entrance. He pushed in ever so slightly before pulling right back out and running his tip along your slit, up to your clit and back down. He was playing with you, making sure you were ready for him. When he heard a small gasp escape your lips, he took that as his cue that you were.
He slid into you with a groan as your eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion.
He nearly whimpered as your walls squeezed his length. “Fuck,” he breathed, “you feel so good, sweetheart. Always so good,” he praised.
He pushed your leg up to get a better position as he started moving against you, rocking his hips rhythmically into yours, stimulating your clit with every movement.
He was breathing heavy already and his grip on your hip only tightened when you whined.
“Steve,” you mewled quietly.
“Yeah, baby. ‘M right here. Right fuckin here,” he huffed as he fucked into you.
One hand was tangled in the sheets beneath you and the other grabbed onto his arm as he hit deeper inside of you, working you over so perfectly, rubbing against all the most sensitive spots along your walls.
He suddenly grabbed your face with his free hand and forced you to look at him while he sped up his movements. He lowered his face to yours and kissed you hard until you were out of breath and wrapping your thick thighs around him.
“I know, baby, I know,” he panted when you cried out. A white hot pressure was building in your lower belly and he didn’t let up for a second as he brought you closer to your orgasm. Your legs tightened around him as best they could as you arched your back, your body needing more of him, wanting him closer. He was grunting and breathing through clenched teeth as your walls squeezed his cock tighter, his hips pounding against you, curses and praises falling from his lips while you closed your eyes at the growing intensity.
His hips began to stutter, his rhythm faltering as he got closer to his own orgasm. After another few thrusts, you couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You nearly squeaked as you came, mouth falling open and eyes closed tight as your nerves seemed to light up - the pleasure overwhelming you. Steve followed suit and came hard right after you, filling you up. You were too drunk on the high to realize or care that he’d come inside of you. He collapsed on top of you and you both laid there trying to catch your breath. You felt him pull out after a minute and when he did, you could feel his cum leaking out of you. You winced at the feeling and immediately crawled out from under him and tried to get to the bathroom to clean yourself up. Try to wash away the shame you felt. He stopped you before you could, pulling you back on the bed.
“Ah ah, don’t move,” he instructed. “I’ll clean you up.” He went to the bathroom himself and came back with a damp washcloth, he cleaned the mess between your legs gently before peppering kisses on your inner thighs. He made his way closer and closer to your pussy before you tried to shut your thighs.
“What are you doing,” you questioned, sounding almost out of breath.
He looked up at you innocently. “It’s your birthday. I wanna make sure it’s the most enjoyable one you’ve ever had,” he smirked. “I’ve got the whole day planned,” he continued as he rubbed your thighs, “I just want to make you as happy as you make me, sweetheart. I cleared my schedule, I’m all yours today. You’re not gonna have to worry about a thing, I promise. Just you and me. I’m gonna show you how good things could be all the time if you just let me. If you stop pushing me away. Accept this for what it is,” he said softly. He moved up from where he was between your legs and held your face in his hands once more.
“You know I made a wish on the birthday cupcake you gave me. I wished for you. And look at us now,” he smiled. “You’re all mine, pretty girl. Let me really treat you like it.”
He leaned down for another kiss, not so rushed this time. Slow and soft, taking his time with you. “I’m gonna make sure you have a very happy birthday. Don’t fight me on this. Not today, okay?” He spoke quietly against your lips.
You were breathing heavily and he was making sure you held his eye as he slowly pulled away from you, ever so slightly. You nodded almost imperceptibly, but it seemed to be good enough for him. You looked away from him once more before responding.
“Okay,” you breathed. You didn’t have any arguments left in you. Maybe it’d be better this way. Easier. You’d made a wish on your birthday candle. You could only hope it’d come true soon enough. You didn’t want to feel scared anymore. You didn’t want to be so alone. Especially not today. You just wanted a happy birthday.
part three
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The Hills | Steve Kemp
Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader
Warning | Explicit sexual content, 18+, smut, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, cyberstalking, hacking, gaslighting, dark web, black market harvesting, manipulation, mentions of canibalism, mentions of distributing of body parts, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of Stockholm Syndrome, dark themes, Steve Kemp (he's a warning on his own!)
Summary | You discover Steve’s dark secret but you still admire him for it.
Word Count | 3163
A/N | Here’s the next part to Obsession, enjoy! ❤️ Beta’d by the amazing @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗
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First chapter | Series Masterlist | Masterlist | My Ko-fi
‘I only call you when it’s half-past five. The only time that I’ll be by your side, I only love it when you touch me, not feel me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me. When I’m fucked up, that’s the real me, yeah.’ - The Weeknd
A few days go by, and you can’t stop thinking about Steve. Between the back-and-forth texting, he is nice and funny, everything you could ever ask for. You’re absolutely smitten with him. Just as you pull your laptop onto your lap, you receive a text from Steve.
Hey, Angel. Want to meet up?
Yes, of course! Are you calling me ‘angel’ now?
Oh, yeah! Unless, you want me to stop… If that makes you uncomfortable.
No, no, please. Keep going, I like that!
Good, it’s a date! I will send you the address and time! I can’t wait to see you again! My angel.
He sends you the address that is located near the bookshop where you first met him, and it’s not far from your place. You decide to walk the distance there, which is just a few blocks away.
You walk into a warm and cozy cafe. The smell of coffee roams around the acoustic atmosphere of the place. It’s lovely. As you look through the crowd of people, you lock your eyes on Steve again. A smile spreads across your face.
“Hey there, handsome.” You approach the booth where he’s sitting. He stands up and greets you with a hug. “Hey, Angel.”
He’s wearing a soft brown sweater with black pants to complete the look. You wrap your arms around his body as you slide closer to him. His large hands touch your back while he pulls you into his embrace. The scent of his cologne infiltrates your nostrils as you smell his strong scent, a mix of a dewy scent of sage and bergamot. You never want to let him go, not ever.
“You smell nice.” You voice out when you sadly pull away from him.
“Thank you, Angel. You’re so delightful, and you look beautiful as ever.” He compliments as he takes another look at you, roaming his eyes on your body. “Magnificent.”
Steve is utterly fixated on you. He can’t believe that he has found someone as heavenly as you are. Ethereal yet tangible, wholesome yet sinful to his desires. He only wants more of you with each passing second, he wants to know what you feel like wrapped around him as he rampantly thrusts into you. Fire arises when you look at him, as if you can see right through him. He can’t wait to take a bite out of you.
“You flatter me, Steve.” You reply to him, when you avert your eyes back to Steve, becoming aware of his intense gaze on you. Your eyes connect together, and you feel a spark igniting in your gut.
“It’s the truth.” He states as his stare lingers on. You couldn’t look away from him, afraid to lose this sense of coming home.
“Uhh, let’s sit down.” He takes your hand and maneuvers you into the booth. He takes his place with you sitting next to him.
“So, here come the awkward questions,” he declares while he laughs a bit.
You tell Steve some basic information about yourself as he listens intently. You don’t want to reveal everything about yourself to him as you feel apprehensive about opening up, so you improvise a generic white lie.
I won’t tell him about my job and about my hacking skills. Maybe I can do more damage and use it to my advantage.
You tell him a different job occupation and he nods notably.
A waiter comes to your booth to take your orders and leaves quickly, hurrying to the next customer. Several minutes later, another waiter comes with your orders.
“So, what brings you to town, Steve?” You ask him as you tilt your head curiously.
“My second residency.”
“Nice. I can imagine many women would line up just to get a procedure done by you.”
“Not that many, if I’m being honest. Most women that come to me want to change their physique. You have the occasional boob job, tummy tucks.” He plucks a red cherry out of the cup and pops it in his mouth.
“And butt lifts.” You finish for him with a smile.
“Yeah, that too,” He chuckles knowingly.
“Do you have any social media, perhaps?” You ask him as you take your phone out of your bag to search him online.
“I don’t have any.” He shakes his head immediately.
Hmm, strange.
“Instagram?” You question, persisting on answers as you move closer to him.
“I don’t feel like sharing things about my private life.”
“Okay, that’s valid.”
“What about Twitter?” You continue the questions as you bring your body forward to him and lean your head against your hand for support. He takes a few sips from his drink, taking his time to answer.
“No. Does anyone have anything smart to say on Twitter? No way.”
“How am I able to contact you more easily? If not via social media, and only texting?”
“I don’t know, you can always send me a letter the old-fashioned way,” he suggests jokingly, as you laugh at his witty comment. He looks up at you, and something mischievous glimmers through his eyes while he smiles at you.
“What?” You ask him when he keeps staring at you, taking a glimpse at your mouth.
“You have such a beautiful smile.”
“Thank you, Steve. You’re so kind.”
The afternoon progresses to evening, and you and Steve lose track of time. When Steve goes to the toilet, you decide to peek into his wallet that he left behind. His ID card presents a different identity than what he alluded to. His actual name is Brendan Steven Kemp.
Huh. Should keep that in mind. What secrets are you hiding, Steve? No social media? Come on now, what doctor doesn’t have a social media of their own?
Before he comes back, you take a picture of his ID card from both sides for later search purposes and neatly put it back into his wallet. Between laughter and regular flirting, you both seem to be in a trance-like state, together in your own little bubble. The tension builds up between you and him; it’s undeniable. As soon as you two walk out of the cafe and walk the short distance to your apartment, the attraction is palpable.
“Fuck this.” You approach him and close the space between you and him. You grab his face and crush your lips onto his with a passionate fire.
Steve immediately reciprocates and kisses you back. His mind races due to his own duality for you. He must have you. You moan when you feel his tongue sliding into your mouth, clashing onto yours with wild abandon. Steve is enticed by you while he roams his hands all over your body, like a madman. Overwhelming and hot. When you open your apartment door, you both storm through it. When your back hits against the wall of the tiny hallway, you start to pull your jacket off, and let it fall to the floor.
He pulls away slightly to catch his breath and looks at you through gentle eyes while cradling the sides of your face. “Maybe we’re going too fast.”
Oh. That’s the first time. Why is that?
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rush into it, we can slow down if you like.” You start to back away from the wall when Steve moves away from you, contemplating on what to do. You pick your jacket from the floor and neatly hang it to the coathanger.
“Uhh, do you want something to drink?” You ask him as you go further into your living room, going towards the kitchen. Steve runs a hand through his hair before scratching his forehead with his thumb as he watches you intently and doesn’t respond. He looks away for a second before you continue.
“Or eat?” He looks straight at you with a wild look again, as if he changed his mind again.
Steve can’t let you go, no matter what. To him, you feel like a necessity, a longing that he hasn’t felt in ages, similar to the longing that he only has when he eats his type of meat. It’s inexplicable and indescribable. You’re the quintessential person of his desires. He lets himself fall on your couch when he sighs and directs his gaze to you again, almost pleading and hopeful.
“Just you, Angel.” He gets out of the couch and makes a beeline straight toward you, grabs your face, and pulls you into him, pressing his lips hard against yours. Your breath catches in your throat while you place your hands on his head. A whimper slips past your lips as you’re unable to resist your longing for him.
You greedily touch Steve’s body wherever you can as you guide him to your bedroom. Every touch makes you crave him more, your thoughts whirl around in your mind at a rapid pace. He groans and moves the hand to cup the back of your neck and deepens the kiss, spearing his tongue in your mouth. Your nipples harden and your pussy clenches the longer Steve kisses you. You lay on your bed and start to undress all of your clothes quickly while Steve does the same, staring at you with a hefty and lewd gaze glimmering through his eyes.
He climbs on top of you as he hovers his body over you while he stares passionately; his cerulean eyes growing darker by the second. He can’t believe your beauty, a stunning sight before his own eyes as if you’re a celestial being. He slowly moves his head down and starts to kiss you deeply again.
“I want you, my love,” he muses out hoarsely. He’s breathing just as harshly as you are.
“I’ve wanted you for days. Ohh!” You exclaim when Steve cups your breasts in his hands and molds your flesh before he pinches and plucks at your nipples, sending shivers up your spine.
“Hmm, you’re so responsive to me. Good girl.” He utters out seductively. He takes one of your breasts to his mouth and laps at your nipple with his tongue while flicking the other with his hand.
“Oh, fuck!” You announce as you close your eyes at the way Steve’s salacious tongue swirls around your sensitive nipple. He hums with how your soft skin feels to him, savoring every inch of you; his hands making their way to your aching core.
“Let me worship you, angel. I need to taste you now.” He rasps out, with urgency in his voice. He makes his way down while he gently bites into your skin, leaving red marks on the surface. He sets himself between your thighs and bites into each of them.
“Oh, fuck Steve!” You moan as your face contorts with pleasure as he suddenly shoves his face right onto your heat.
“I’m going to ravish you until you’re not able to utter a single word.” His dark cerulean eyes pierce through you as he hums. “And you’re going to be mine.” The feeling of his tongue going through your slit makes your back arch from the bed, and you moan out his name.
“Please, Steve! I– I’ll do anything!” You plead through jagged breaths while he deliciously defiles you. He wraps his arms around your thighs, holding you firmly into place. He gives you long strokes, capturing every bit of essence you have. He sucks and laps your wet slick up with his mouth as if it’s the last drop of water he’ll ever drink in his life. He’s enticed by your taste, and he can’t wait until his cock is deep inside of you.
“Aahh! Steve!” You wail as you grasp a handful of his luscious hair and pull it. He groans, sending surges of lightning over your body. Your hips buck up as your body quiver underneath him, taking in all the bliss until you feel one of his fingers prodding into you, seeking entrance to your wet and aching pussy.
“Oh fuck!!” You exclaim as you arch your back from the bed while you hear the muffled groans of Steve underneath you. In one swift motion, he delves two fingers into your slit. A coat of your slick envelops his fingers as Steve licks ferociously on your clit.
“Come for me.” His sultry demand comes out low and husky as if he’s trying to contain his never-ending lust for you.
Your hips buck as your head falls onto the pillow from beneath you, when your eyes roll back into their sockets. You feel yourself come undone for him as your walls squeeze around Steve’s digits.
“Aaaahh, Steve!!”
“Good. Good girl.” He ushers to your cunt as his strokes lightly decrease. He licks your wetness up with his tongue, and he hums out delicately.
“Hmm, you’re so exquisite.”
“T–thank you, Steve.”
Your chest heaves heavily up as you gradually catch up your breath. He picks up your body tenderly and lays you gently next to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You still feel his erection against the lobes of your ass.
You turn your head in his direction with a questioning look.
“Huh, and what about you?” You look at him, confused yet still dazed from your ravenous orgasm.
“Shh, sh, don’t worry about me, I just want to be close to you, skin-to-skin contact. This night was about your pleasure, not mine,” He simply answers. “Go to sleep, my Angel. You deserve to be well rested.”
Your eyes begin to feel heavy as the dim night light protrudes from the curtain of your window. You lift your arm and wrap it around his chest, pulling yourself more into his embrace.
“Okay, Steve.” You softly accept his demand as your mind dwindles away from any worries. Steve sighs peacefully in return.
“Goodnight, Steve.”
“Goodnight, my Angel.” It’s the last thing you hear before your eyes drift to a close, and you fall into a deep slumber.
The next day stumbles in slowly, with the sunlight peeking through the curtain. Rays of sunshine fall upon your face, enveloping you in warmth. Your eyes open slowly, and you’re in Steve’s arms. He’s still sleeping peacefully when suddenly an alarm starts to go off. Steve opens his eyes rapidly and checks the clock, he hurriedly gets out of bed.
“Oh, fuck. I totally forgot the time,” He says when he starts to dress up in his pants again before taking his shirt off the ground. “My shift at the hospital starts in thirty minutes.”
“Oh, what hospital do you work at?” You ask innocently.
“St. John’s Hospital,” He answers while he pulls his shirt over his head. “My first procedure starts in an hour. A patient is going to be very happy with their boob job.” He continues.
“Well, they’re in good hands with you.” You affirm encouragingly. You hoist yourself up from the bed in a sitting position.
“Why, thank you. I'll see you tonight, Angel.” He takes your hand in his and kisses the top of your hand gently.
“That’s alright, have a good day at work, handsome.”
“I’ll be thinking of you,” He softly intones when he’s all fully dressed and gathering all his belongings. “See you later, Angel.” And with that, he leaves through your apartment door.
You squeal cheerily as you start your daily morning routine. Once you’re dressed and finished eating, you think you should do research on ‘Steve’. You want to know everything about him, so naturally, you take up your laptop and place it on your island and decide to do a simple search on Google. The only results that come up are from his reconstructive surgery website and a few articles that he wrote but there’s something else too, another result, a woman named Ann Kemp.
Out of curiosity, you click on the link. And it redirects you to a Facebook page of a blonde-haired woman with a picture of her family standing in front of a house. And there he is, Steve, standing and smiling with his family. He has a wife and a dog. Ann is holding the dog on a leash. You can’t help but to take another look at the woman, there’s something off about her, but you can’t exactly pinpoint it. You zoom in on her, looking at her hand, and you notice she’s wearing a wedding ring on her left hand.
You should have known that he was married. He’s too good to be true. You take a different approach with your searching. Since you're a talented hacker, you know your way around technology and the mechanics of it. You pull up a more advanced browser that can search literally anything related or attached to that specific name, word or thing. The general public would know that browser and use it to go on the Dark Web. You have a program installed, so your IP address isn’t trackable. You remember having a picture of his ID with his real name on your phone. So, you take your phone out and look into it and you type in his name ‘Brendan Steven Kemp’. Up come a thousand search results from the normal search results of ‘reconstructive doctor' to a much sinister, more disturbing and shocking result.
There’s a business. The logo contains a white background, and a red logo of a head of a goat with a snake eating itself around it is displayed. You click on the logo, and it redirects you to a website. To your horror, you come to find that Steve practices in the most inhuman activities ever done. He harvests human meat and sells them on the dark web. And here you are, looking at his webshop. The various ‘products’ are listed by mainly female names. There’s a hand that goes by ‘Hope’, and the description is ever so horribly detailed as if it is a delicacy. With a price tag of thirteen thousand dollars!!
I knew it!! You have a wife!! I have to get out her of the picture, though. I can’t have her orbiting around you like some lost puppy dog. I can’t have that, Steve. There’s also something wrong with her, and how did you meet her anyway? Let me guess, you probably kidnapped her too, and she got Stockholm syndrome as a result.
You immediately go to work with it and pick through his encrypted layers of codes, and when you finally reach the barrier, you unlock the access. With ease, you gain access to his illicit webshop. With another set of difficult codes you shut off his website, and everything turns black.
So, that’s why you’re so private, Steve. You have a wife and are a cannibal. Being able to kidnap dozens of women, probably mutilate them, so as to keep them alive until there’s nothing left, consume them, and ultimately kill them to sell them. And I thought so highly of you. Are you going to do the same to me? Only one way to find out, I guess.
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𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙢𝙥
masterlist | s.s characters masterlist
WARNING: These fic may contain disturbing content so please read all the warnings before you proceed. I mean…it’s Steve Kemp we’re talking about.
ONESHOT
I’m By Your Side by @thebluemage
Steve takes care of you, while you’re sick.
Marking What’s His by @thebluemage
Steve doesn’t like it when another man touches you, and he shows you what happens.
sugar pie, honey bunch by @charnelhouse
He knew she would be different. He’d known it the second he saw her.
needs by @heavysoldat
with your period worse than ever, you’re left almost bed-ridden in nothing but his clothes. and when you’re sat there, looking so pretty, steve can’t deny himself. a man has needs, after all.
Honey, Dinner’s Ready by @mavsstar
You’ve never been bad, always a good girl. One day a certain someone comes in the picture and you snap.
Opposite Reflection by @/mavsstar
Your love for Steve Kemp runs deep. You say it’s you being a hopeless romantic but what does he have to say about it?
A New Appetite by @bxcketbarnes
Fresh Meat by @bxcketbarnes
red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy
spending three months with a stranger whom you shared a house with apparently was not enough to know them. apparently it led you to ignore a lot of warnings that you should have seen before, but it was too late.
Stockholm Syndrome and it’s Side Effects by @sstan-hoe
steve gives you stockholm syndrome and well let's just say; you gotta make sure you're his only one...
Restless Heart by @shamevillain
Part of loving somebody means accepting their flaws. And loving yourself means coming to terms with your own, no matter how fucked up they may be.
my beautiful odette by @onceuponastory
After seeing a performance of the Swan Lake ballet, Steve Kemp develops an obsession with the lead dancer Y/N, and decides that she has to be his. Whatever it takes.
gut feeling by @onceuponastory
After a young woman goes missing, Detective Y/N interviews one of the last people to see her alive...Plastic Surgeon Steve Kemp.
just like you by @imyourbratzdoll
steve becomes obsessed with you, and because he's too blinded by your beauty, he doesn't know you are just like him, maybe even better.
unusual dish by @lokiskitten
in order to survive your kidnapper sick and murderous tendencies, you agree to submit to one of his offers : feast on human meat whilst allowing him to watch. Though things take an unexpectedly inappropriate turn.
Fettered Attachment by @wh0reforoldmen
Being Steve’s captive is one thing- but falling for him is another.
Yours Forever by @antisocialwritingx
Steve decided to leave his wife and kids for the one victim he chose to keep for himself, you. It turns out that you both have a loving relationship after a little work put in from Steve.
just a taste by @jessybarnes
face riding.
heads will roll by @sgt-seabass
A visit to the doctors takes a turn you didn't expect.
can you read my fears? by @dollsplat
It’s No Good by @theimpossibleg1rl
You hadn’t meant to fall for him. But then again, Steve hadn’t meant to fall for you either.
You didn’t need that, did you? by @highonmarvel
You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.
Honest by @highonmarvel
Steve’s never lied to you.
SERIES
toxic by @extremelyblackandwhite
steve kemp has found his match.
A Well Respected Man by @sableseb
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🩸 Steve Kemp x Reader Drabble 🩸
Pairing: Master!Steve Kemp x Bunny!Reader
Warnings: Steve is a warning in itself, marking/biting, cunnilingus, mentions of cannibalism , mentions of blood, Dom!Steve + Sub!reader
Nicknames: Bunny, Slut, Master
His hand gripped your thigh, a grip that could kill—and it had, he stroked the soft flesh pinching it when he got close to your already damp panties. You carded your cuffed hands through his silky locks, relishing in the sight below you. His hand slipped back down to your knees rubbing them decisively with his calloused palm. Two rubs each, slow and methodical as if he was feeling up a watermelon trying to pick the best one. Like you were food. You were food to him. You tried to push away the disturbing reality and focus on his sculpted jaw as nudged his slightly stubbly cheek against your inner thigh. He took in a deep inhale of your skin, before taking the sensitive flesh into his mouth; sucking it, running it through his teeth, playful nibbling. You had to swallow down the witty remark that sat on the top of your tongue, ‘didn't your parents ever tell you not to play with your food Stevie?’ You bit down on your lip suppressing a giggle. The pain of Steve chomping down on your thigh pulled you out of your gallow humour inner monologue “Ouch!” You yelped, tugging on his hair. He released the skin, blood trickled from his bite mark. He lapped at the trickling red, as if it was wine that had spilled on his hand whilst opening a bottle of wine.
“Focus, Bunny, I want you to watch everything I do to you. Even when I do this.” He bit down on the same thigh, this time closer to your dripping cunt. But he dug his teeth further in, at the same time his fingers pushed aside your panties. He ran his fingers through your hot, damp folds; pushing two digits into your needy cunt. He growled into your thigh, chewing on the bite mark like a rabid animal desecrating your corpse. The danger was so enticing. Pleasure and pain soon bleed into one another as his fingers attack the spongy spot inside you, curling his fingers to rub and tease it whilst he moves to your other thigh. The initial bite made you squeal, but as he tugged at flesh and added another finger the squeal of pain turned into moans of pleasure. You felt him rut his hips into your ankle, his clothed dick straining against jeans. His head lifted from your leg, he craned his neck back slightly to look at you. Your blood smeared on his saliva coated chin, his tongue jutted out of his mouth licking at as much of the blood as he could manage. He growled as he swallowed, his eyes almost rolling back into his skull “You taste so fucking good. Anytime I get a taste of you, even just a smell of you. I go feral.” He scissored his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of you “Cum. Cum on my fingers Bunny. Like the little pain slut you are. You like this, don’t you? Like me slowly devouring you.” Your grip on his hair tightened and your hips raised off the chair, you pushed yourself further down his fingers trying to match his pace. His thrusts stopped. “Tell me, Bunny, or I won’t let you cum.” He snarled, giving you an intense glare.
You whimpered “I love it! Love you devouring me, feel so good!” You practically screamed, you were so close. He slapped your clit with the tips of his fingers
“That’s my good little slut.” He cooed, resuming his ministrations. His head dipped down, he took your sensitive bud in his mouth. Running his teeth over the hood of your clit ever so gently as his tongue flicked at it. You choked on a moan, throwing your head back as you came on his face. He swallowed down every single drop of your juices hungrily, the salacious slurping sound piercing through your blissed out haze causing your cheeks to burn red. “Fuckkkk. I should bottle this shit up and sell it, so sweet. I can’t get enough.” He groaned, sliding his tongue inside your clenching hole trying to drink as much of you as he possibly could. When he had sucked you dry he rose to his feet, he stroked your face with his palm running his thumb across your lip “Open.” You oblige “Good little Bunny.” He praises before shoving all three of his fingers that had been inside you down your throat “clean my fingers, Bunny. We’re going to the bedroom, I’m not done with you yet.”
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Last Christmas
Pairing: Steve Kemp x fem!reader
Word Count: 1,041
Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping & being held captive, mention of non-main character’s death, Steve Kemp (he’s a warning)
A/N: This is my submission for the tis the season to be thot-y writing challenge. This is written for @onceuponastory. I know Christmas was last month, but life got in the way. I hope you all still enjoy it!
You weren’t sure why he kept you alive for so long. By now, you had lost count of how many girls had come and gone since you first arrived. There had been; Lydia, Simone, and Melissa. You knew there were more, but; at some point, the names began to blur together. After the third time losing one of them. You told yourself to stop getting attached. It was clear he had other plans for you.
Holidays with Steve were different for you compared to the other girls. They got nothing. It felt as if he didn’t even visit their cells unless it was to collect ‘product’. He, however, loved to visit you. Every day he’d make it a priority to stop by. It had been this way since the very beginning.
You still remember Lydia telling you, “He sounds different with you. Kinder and gentler… it’s a bit unsettling.”
At the time, you tried not to think anything of it. Mentally you told yourself that she didn’t know what she was talking about. You now knew she was right. You had been here for what felt like ages now, and he still hadn’t sold any part of you.
The only thing that helped you keep track of time, was Steve’s insistence on celebrating holidays with you. At first, you refused to act happy about it. But after being cooped up in the cell for so long, you began to look forward to the holidays.
It is early one morning when you are awoken by the sound of music coming from upstairs. You knew Steve loved to dance. He had you dance with him on multiple occasions. You also knew he loved doing it while working. The thing that caught your attention this time though was the song choice.
Last Christmas could be heard even from your bed. A small smile appeared on your face when you heard the tune. This must mean it was around Christmas time. Your heart raced at thinking about this time last year. It was last December when you first met Steve Kemp.
Flash Back
God, you hated your job. Everything about your job you despised. Whoever convinced you that working at a jewelry store would be a good idea could die for all you cared. Every customer reminded you just how single you were. Whether it was a husband shopping for his fiancé, or someone buying an engagement ring. You hated it.
Then you saw him. You were convinced you had never seen anyone so attractive before in your life. He walked past the first display, not paying any mind to the store. No way he’s single, you thought to yourself.
As if he heard you, the angel himself looked up and smiled. He then glanced down at the necklaces in front of him and began to look. Fuck. Not single. Taking a deep breath, you made your way over to him.
“Hi there, is there something, in particular, I can help you find?” Was your voice always this high-pitched? You desperately wanted to cringe and hide away, and you had barely said anything to him.
“Depends, could you show me what your favorite item in the store is?” This was not a question you were expecting. In fact, in all your time working at this store, no one had asked you this. But you could hear your manager Mark telling you to always do what the customer wants.
“Of course, uh… that would be this necklace over here.” You take a crescent moon necklace out of the case to show him. “It’s simple but has an elegance to it. Perfect for every day.”
His eyes peered down at the delicate chain and smiled softly. “It’s perfect, I’ll take it.”
Men who looked like him were never single. They always came in shopping for their significant other. A part of you hoped though that this could be for his mother. You knew this was wishful thinking though. “Your girlfriend is going to love this.”
He raised his brow and stared at you curiously. A small chuckle left his lips. “What makes you think I’m buying for a girlfriend?” There was a playfulness in his voice that caused your stomach to flutter.
“Oh, I just assumed…” You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as you walked over to the registers. “Well, whomever you’re buying this for is lucky.”
The rest of the exchange went like any other. You honestly didn’t expect to see him again after that. But then you began to see him at random places. Your brain didn’t think anything of it back then. You naively thought it was the universe trying to push the two of you together.
Now? Now you know he was following you. He was making it his mission to show up where you were so you’d be forced to interact. You had no clue that Steve Kemp had been watching you from afar for months.
No, you didn’t know any of this. So, when you ran into him in the produce section and he finally asked you out. You didn’t see the red flags and couldn’t see any reason to say no.
So there you two were four dates later on Christmas Eve sipping on a glass of champagne. “I’ve got something for you.”
When he pulled the package out from behind him, you couldn’t but laugh.”Did you wrap that yourself? Because it looks like squirrels nested in it.”
Steve rolls his eyes as he hands the package over to you. “Hush, and open it.” With a small smile, you do exactly as he says.
You didn’t expect to find the necklace you’d helped him find on the first day you two met. Was that why he wanted to know your favorite? Did he plan this?
So many questions ran through your mind as he took the necklace out from the box and helped clasp it around your neck. The cool metal sends a shiver down your spine.
Little did you know that your life would be changing completely that night. It would be your last night in over a year since you’d last seen the outside world. Looking back you still couldn’t believe everything changed all because of that necklace.
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You didn’t need that, did you?
Steve Kemp: You meet a man at the bar who loves your thighs.
An entry for Day 3 of the exciting @sintember challenge!
Prompt: You didn’t need that, did you?, ft Steve Kemp, Fresh (2022).
Warnings: Complete filth; very subtle cannibalistic tendencies; implied surgical mutilation. 18+!
An hour you had been sitting on an uncomfortable barstool, slowly sipping on drinks. You don’t even know why you came, maybe you thought it would be fun, maybe you thought you’d meet someone; neither of those was the case.
You drop your head on your shoulder, face to the right at the stool that had been empty seconds ago, you could have sworn. You startle slightly at the sight, though you’re not unpleasantly surprised; a man with odd cerulean eyes, a sharp jawline and a debonair smirk has his head tilted your way.
“Did I scare you?”
He asks. It seems lighthearted, you know it is, but really deep in your stomach you feel a twist of some kind, barely, though, your senses hyper focused on how he’s making you feel with his hungry gaze. Hungry.
“A little,” you admit with a small smile, taking the last sip of your drink.
He lets out a breathy laugh and offers, “Can I buy you another?”
Steve, is his name, and for the rest of the night, he’s absolutely magnetic as he speaks, but you can barely comprehend what he’s saying, trying desperately to keep the conversation going when there’s just this burning between your legs. You shift uncomfortably, trying to get some form of friction, subtly. He had to have noticed.
You hadn’t even noticed how close he was until he brushes his fingers over your knee, just under the hem of your dress, and your sentence is cut off with a choked gasp; you can tell by the amused smirk on his face he’s having fun with this, but you can’t even find it in you to spew a witty remark when all you can think about is how good he would feel.
You shift once more a little closer to him, trying to get his hands to budge up a little further. He smooths his palms over the sides of your knees and up your thighs; hooking his fingers under your flesh, he rubs soothing circles with his thumbs.
“You’re burning up,” he notes, maybe more to himself than to you, yet steel blue eyes holding you hostage with that heated gaze; you swear his pupils have dilated.
You can’t respond, afraid if you open your mouth it’ll only be a pathetic whimper that comes out, but you don’t need to.
He changes his circular movements to the opposite direction. He leans in so close it scares you how little self control you’re working on right now.
“Let’s get out of here,” he says. Maybe that fact it didn’t even sound like a question should have you hearing faint alarm bells, but all you can hear is your own heartbeat and his low voice.
You’re nodding in earnest before he’s even finished his sentence, and soon you’re both rushing out the bar. You slide into the passenger seat of an expensive looking car you can’t care to name as you wonder how on earth you’re gonna control yourself on the drive.
You give him your address and soon he’s got you up against your bedroom wall, harsh breaths being exchanged between heated kisses as his hands roam your body.
He practically throws you onto the bed and you giggle, bouncing once before he’s pulled you by your ankles, legs hanging over the edge of the bed as he rests his head between your thighs.
He runs his palms over your thighs, admiring them like they’re perfectly sculpted.
“Fuck, you’re so soft…” he drawls as he presses kisses to your inner thighs, rubbing his cheeks across your supple flesh. He bites you and you jerk, hands flying to his hair and tugging, just trying to get his mouth to where it needs to be, you’re fucking soaked.
He runs his hands up and then down your sides and grips your hips harsh enough to leave half moon dents in your skin you’re sure you’ll see the marks of tomorrow, as he pulls your heat closer to him.
“I know you taste good…”
…
The next morning you wake up sore; an ache between your legs was to be expected, but this was a dull throbbing from the top of your right leg. You reach a hand down to feel it, but running your hand down you stop short, your fingers falling to a mattress—a mattress that had to have been thinner than yours—your leg ending much sooner than you expected, much soon that it should.
You gasp and sit up with much effort, throwing a thin white sheet off of you to get a look at your right thigh.
At the sound of a shifting chair your head snaps up; Steve is seated by a door, leaning forward towards you.
“You didn’t need that, did you?”
♯
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ೃ࿐ Bambi Eyes ೃ༄
Dark! Lee Bodecker x Reader | Part three | 18+
Warnings: Dub-con, non-con, dark Lee, future dark reader, daddy kink, spit kink, descriptions of blood, character death, cursing, mentions of sex, Kidnapping, Lee takes reader panties smh
A/N: this is a dark fic! Do NOT READ IF ANY OF THE WARNINGS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE | part one part two
Bambi’s pov:
“Such a good girl.”
Good.
Girl.
The praise he had given just before he left, had invaded every part of your mind leaving you in a cloudy state.
It disgusted you….the effect those two words had on your emotions and body. You wanted to scream, cry for help, hit your fist against the barred door.
You also wanted to cry for him to come back, to protect you from the situation he had put you in but you knew he’d left to continue his life as sheriff for the day.
He was supposed to be the protector of the townsfolk, so why was he hurting you?
You assumed a few hours had passed. After observing the flawlessly girly room you’d been put in, you realized there was no clock or window. He obviously wanted you to be hidden from the outside world, or maybe he wanted to hide the outside world from you?
“My dumb baby”
You whimpered at the memory. Your fear and confusion had only fueled your need for escape. As you went to stand up, regret immediately overtook you as your legs wobbled and eyes blurred, falling to the cold hard ground taking the tray of food he’d left down with you. Tears began to build in the corners of your eyes at the realization your hands were bound by harsh rope in front of you and that you were now covered in food. You were so stuck in your head you’d barely registered your surroundings.
Maybe I really am dumb.
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Lee’s POV:
He was stressed. He was pissed. He was tired. He missed you.
Lee ran his rough hands down his face as he let out a deep sigh filled with exhaustion. He hated that he had to leave you alone after last night. Lee would much rather be at home taking care of you,
He’d much rather be at home training you to be his good girl again, after that stunt you pulled with the Russel boy.
No Lee. This is your fault.
He should’ve got to you sooner. It was his fault for being a damn coward. You just didn’t understand what that Arvin kid was after. No, his girl was too innocent for her own good, he convinced himself.
Even when Lee saw you kiss that fucker, even then he knew it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know he was watching. You just wanted attention. You were just acting out. You would have never done that if Lee had just taken what was rightfully his.
His thoughts were spiraling, as they often did when he thought of you. You’d never told him why you were cryin’ the night he’d taken you and you didn’t have to. Lee had seen the whole thing behind the dark tinted windows of his car. He also knew that’s why Arvin ran like hell when he’d seen Lee watching.
Lee chuckled at the memory, happy with the fear he instilled in the boy. He knew he’d have to instill some in you too, even if it crushed his heart.
The sound of a fist knocking on his office door suddenly ripped Lee out of his y/n filled daydream. He grumble out an agitated “come in” just as one of his lower level officers busted through the door.
“Sheriff…got somethin’ your gonna wanna see immediately”
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Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick….
BOOM
The slam of a door forced you into high alert. Your brain no longer creating ticks of a clock to fill the silence, your heart was now beating as loud as the boom that had just occurred. You nervously backed your disheveled body into the corner of the room, as it had become your only source of comfort during your stay here.
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Lee was ecstatic.
He knew he shouldn’t have been. His sister and brother in law were just found dead by some river just outta town. But fuck was Lee happy he didn’t have another obstacle standing in the way of him having you. Sandy had always been too damn protective of you. She didn’t know what you needed, she made unsafe decisions all the time. It’s why she ended up dead.
Lee knew exactly what you needed.
He couldn’t be bothered with the fact he’d just slammed his front door with a thunder-like force, he had to get to his girl. Lee removed his hat with a smile as he made his way to unlock your door. God, he missed you and he finally had you.
“Baby! God I’m so glad to see—“ Lee had started until his eyes landed on your messy form in the corner of your room. Food spilled to the ground, uneaten. Tears in your eyes.
His happiness drained and he was immediately overwhelmed with concern.
“Fuckin’ shit baby.” He cursed as he made his way over to you, only for you to shake and sob even more. He knew you hadn’t eaten your food and god knows how long you’d been here crying.
His soft coo’s only seemed to egg your cries on further and it frustrated him.
“Little one please…it’s okay…calm…calm…SHUT UP!” He bellowed as he harshly grabbed your face.
You immediately stiffened. A sob stuck in your throat and eyes not leaving his frantic ones. Your hands fisted at the end of your dress the best they could, bracing for the impact of him hurting you.
But it never came.
Lee’s face softened. “Thank you baby doll. See isn’t it easier to do as I say?” He questioned. He knew there was a part of you that desired this. To listen. To be protected and cherished.
The rough pads of his thumbs smoothed away the tracks of salty tears—drinking you in as small hiccups racked your body.
“Little one—when I ask you something, you answer. You always answer.”
“…i-I’m sorry l-lee…yes its e-easier to listen…m’sorry” you stuttered out in an attempt to please him. Thankfully it worked as his blue eyes lit up.
“My poor baby.” He cooed—dark eves traveling along your body. “You’re all sticky. How do you feel about a bath?”
Hell did the thought of getting clean sound amazing right now and you desperately wanted out of this sickly innocent room. You anxiously nodded your head in confirmation, forgetting Lee liked it better when you were verbal.
Panic struck through you at the realization but it seemed as though he didn’t care. Lee’s hands slowly wrapped themselves around your body. One under your thighs and the other around your waist. His ability to pick you up so easy sent an odd feeling through you. Yes you were scared but you liked being close to him like this. You could take in his scent. Smoke. Leather. And warm. He smelt warm and felt warm. You had found yourself leaning into his chest as he carried you to what you assumed was the bathroom. It was uncomfortable, with your wrist rubbing against the rope, but you were so cold you couldn’t care.
It was when you finally reached your destination that you looked up. Lee’s smile had yet to leave his face, thankfully it wasn’t that of a sinister one.
Lee had carried you over to the bathroom counter, tapping your thigh as a signal for you to adjust.
Looking around you noticed there were two sinks and lots of feminine bath products. First the overly decorated room and now a fully stocked bathroom. How had he been able to afford all this on a sheriff’s salary?
You’d shifted as the thought started to make you grow uncomfortable. You truly knew nothing about this man.
Casting your gaze down to your wrist, you winced at the harsh burns starting to form.
“U-um…lee? Could you?” You gestured to the rope binding your wrist.
He looked up from the bubble bath he’d started for you. Smile gone and face now completely blank. It scared you how fast his emotions could change.
“Yeah? Want me to untie them for you?” He taunted as he stalked his way towards you. “And what are you gonna do if I do that, baby?”
He didn’t trust you of course. He expected you to run.
“please I promise I’ll be good Lee. I just—they hurt” you begged trying to appeal to him.
Fuck, you knew just how to get him.
Lee reached into his back pocket pulling out a knife too sharp to be in the hands of a man like him. Reaching for your wrist, eyes never leaving yours as he cut the rope. For some reason, your eyes never left his. It was as if you were trying to show him you weren’t about to run, to show him he could trust you.
Why wasn’t I about to run?
Once your wrist were free, he brought them up to his lips, gently pressing a kiss to the irritated skin.
“I’m sorry. Don’t—please don’t make me do that again.” He’d ordered, jaw clenched, before his hands made their way around your waist, easily lifting you from the counter onto the floor.
Your head was still killing you, and it seemed like the floor was shaking under your feet just as it had before.
Though before you could crash again, those same rough hands found your waist and you almost happily welcomed them.
“Wow you really are like Bambi, aren’t ya?” He teased, eyes lit up. “Can’t even walk without tripping over your own two feet.”
Fuck you. You almost said, but you doubted that would have helped much. The whole reason you couldn’t walk was because of him!
“Now—im gonna let ya get undressed. Bathe by yourself.” He’d began, hands rubbing moving up and down your shivering arms. “Be good? ‘Kay honey?”
No. No I won’t be good. You wanted to fight back. Make him angry and frustrated like you were. Press his buttons.
But even you knew that wouldn’t work just yet.
“Yes sir.”
Lee almost groaned at your obedience. He knew you’d fall right into your role.
After handing you a fluffy white towel he turned to make his leave.
Holding the fabric to your chest—you watched anxiously as his leather cladded back retreated to the rest of the house, before closing the door. Of course—not without the click of a lock.
Looking around you suddenly became overwhelmed—confused. Like you didn’t know what to do. Not even the lovely smell of roses and vanilla could comfort you.
You wanted him back.
“Lee—“ you shakily called making your way to the door.
Not even two seconds later it opened.
“What’s wrong, baby—is everything oka—“ he rambled before you cut him off with a sigh.
“I don’t…wanna be alone. Please stay with me, Lee.”
Lee was a weak man. Well a weak man for you. Immediately he nodded his head, willing to do whatever it is you needed.
It shocked you, how eager he was. Maybe it shouldn’t have, he had kidnapped you after all.
You watched as he turned to give you privacy so you could undress, thankful for that. Slowly you started to strip the once beautiful now ruined dress, before folding it neatly and setting it on the counter. Next you did the same with your bra and panties.
You then checked back to make sure he was still turned before feeling the temperature of the water. Boiling hot and filled with bubbles. Just how you would have made it.
Dipping your toes in you couldn’t help but let out a groan, Lee swore his pants tightened a little at the sound.
Once you had fully submerged yourself in the bubbles, you let out a little cough signaling Lee could turn around.
The sight could have brought him to his knees.
Your hair was disheveled in a way only you could pull off, cheeks peachy red from the heat, and body barley covered.
Lee knew you had to be some kinda angel in that moment, and fuck if it didn’t make him wanna worship you.
He made his way closer to you, eyes trying not to look at the blue lace he’d seen under your dress earlier, now folded on his bathroom counter. Once he’d gotten close enough to the bath he crouched down, leveling himself next to you.
His presence, though it still made you uneasy, brought a sense of belonging. You watched him as he crouched next to you, eyes locked.
“why— why me?” You let out without thinking.
Hadn’t he told you before? Hadn’t he told you how perfect you were for him? How he couldn’t let the only perfect thing in this world be taken from him?
Sighing, Lee knew he had to give you a better answer.
“Why? cause’ baby, you were made for more. More than this town can offer. You weren’t made to be some fuckin’ kids first fuck. You weren’t made to wipe tables for people who don’t give two shits. You weren’t made to be abandoned— you were made to be mine.” Lee preached. He could tell it scared you, how passionate he was.
“I know you feel it too. I’ve seen it. Only my girl woulda’ stayed hours late for me just to serve me pie. Only my girl woulda’ somehow always been able to run into me everywhere she went. The universe wants us together, don’t deny it baby doll.” He said before grabbing your smaller hands in his.
You had yet to respond. Yes, you had a crush on the older man. You had since you moved here, but did you want this?
Your lack of response once again frustrated Lee, as he moved his strong hand around to your neck, not choking you…just holding it there as if a warning.
“Tell me you don’t want me.” He demanded, forcing you to whimper. “Tell me how bad I am. Tell me how you didn’t want this to happen. Didn’t want a bad man like me to take you and make you mine.”
He slowly brought his face closer to yours inhaling your scent as he said the dark words. You shifted your legs closed obviously effected by him. It took everything in you not to whimper as his nose rubbed against your temple. You knew he’d seen it, it’s what brought a dark smile to accompany his dark lust clouded eyes.
You did want him but…you couldn’t give into him.
“…I don—“ you’d never got to finish as he pulled your lips to meet his, the kiss forceful and passionate. He tasted like whiskey, a drink you’d never personally have but liked on him. The kiss was full of built up frustration, teeth and tongue. Water from the tub had spilled onto Lee’s jacket and pants but he couldn’t give a fuck.
Lee continued to dominate the kiss, mumbling out ‘mine’ in between breath’s. Something sparked in you. You didn’t want him to win so easily.
Suddenly you harshly bit down onto his bottom lip, letting out a strangled moan from him. “You fucking little brat,” he hissed watching the blood drip from his mouth.
It made Lee laugh. His good girl had some fight in her. Your innocent eyes still held that spark in them and fuck did he love it.
Lee’s hand quickly shot out grabbing your jaw harshly, forcing your body to lean slightly over the edge of the tub.
“Hhmh I see baby. Daddy leaves you alone for a little bit and you feel all big and bad, like you can handle it huh?” He said with a laugh.
“Open.” He demanded as he watched your eyes shimmer with tears.
You wanted to struggle. Shaking your head you let out a shaky groan.
Lee lifted an eyebrow at your defiance, amused by your fight.
Suddenly you felt his rough finger invading your mouth, forcing it open. Lee then leaned over your frame letting a mix of spit and blood fall between your pouty lips. You whimpered at the taste, fearful and turned on.
“Swallow now” he demanded, holding your jaw with what could only be described as a loving force.
You listened, swallowing what he gave you, ashamed at the ache between your thighs.
“Finally, you’re my good girl again.” He chuckled as he tapped his wet hands against your cheek.
“You’ve got ten minutes, Bambi. I expect you to be done when I get back.” Lee said as he stood up to make his way out, leaving you dazed and confused.
You were embarrassed by how wet you were, scared by how aggressive he was, and frustrated that he left.
You slowly shrunk into the bubbles as if to hide from your own thoughts, never noticing the pair of panties Lee had taken with him.
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Lee closed the door behind him, letting out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding in. His hands fisted the lace blue panties he’d stolen from your little pile of clothes, and he knew he was fucked up for it. They were just so…you. Lee hummed to himself as he played with the little wet spot from where the fabric had rubbed against your little cunt.
He’d learned today that his good girl was also a brat, one that needed to be broken in. He didn’t mind, he’d always known you had a stubborn streak.
But fuck was lee happy to be the one to bring both sides out of you.
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Bunny’s Note: oh my god. How y’all doing????? I know I know Lee is a big perv in this one but I’m obsessed with it. I also wanna thank you all for the love you’ve shown this series, even with how dark it is. Thank you all so much! I watched this movie agaiN because I want him so bad.
Love, Bunny 🎀
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the idea of steve kemp being mean and dark and manhandling you to your knees and slapping you around and making you worship him and lick his shoes is so hot 🥺 especially if he's threatening and degrading the reader through it
𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
✧˚ · . 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯.
pairing — steve kemp x little!reader
w/c — almost 900 words
this is a dark fic. 18+ only.
warnings — little!reader, dd/lg elements, implied kidnapping, referenced cannibalism, referenced murder, threats, degradation, pet names (sunflower), face slapping, spanking, shoe licking, shoe grinding
a/n — this ask made me go fucking FERAL i swear to god. i could kiss your brain, thank you for blessing me with this thot. i was going to write other things but couldn't get this idea out of my head. i love you. not beta read.
Steve didn’t know you were different at first.
He had wined and dined you the same as his other victims, and with a bit of smooth talking, you’d been an easy catch.
You were sweet. Wearing pretty little dresses with a gorgeous smile that beams to all those around. Like a sunflower, which was the nickname he’d chosen for you.
It wasn’t until the reality of the situation had set in that he started to see the hints of uniqueness. Typically, his captives would scream, fight, and try to claw his eyes out. But you had receded into yourself. A meek thing that cried in the corner. Like a kicked puppy.
Steve wasn’t one for affection, not in the traditional sense. But he liked you. And so, he kept you around.
Many girls came and went while you were kept in your little cell. Steve often talked with you, sitting on the ground while he ranted about his day. And if you listened well, you’d get a new stuffed toy. He’d learnt you liked them after you bundled your pillows to cuddle them like a bear.
It was amusing. His little sunflower was an exciting thing to have around.
Except when you weren’t good. That he hated more than anything.
You wouldn’t eat your dinner, picking at the meatloaf with disdain. Steve had made it especially for you, with beef, not his usual cuisine. You weren’t ready for his diet yet.
He’d grabbed you by the hair, dragging you across the room and into a new, empty cell. You’d wailed for your stuffies, for comfort, but bad girls don’t get privileges.
“What am I meant to do with an ungrateful little girl, huh? Do you want to end up like the rest of them?” Steve watched the fear flash across your face, your little sobs becoming so hard snot and spit dribbled down your face with your tears.
“What a pathetic little baby. Too stupid to even kill,” Steve cooed, swatting your hands away when you tried to cover your face. He wanted to see all the anguish. “Who am I, hm? Who am I, sunflower?”
“My— My— My G-God…” You snivelled out, and Steve scoffed, slapping you hard across the face.
You turned to him again, and he slapped you again. “Speak properly. This isn’t the time to be a bumbling mess. Face your consequences,” Steve was harsh, as he often was when things didn’t go his way.
“You’re my God,” you managed to get out amongst your sniffs and hiccupped sobs.
“That’s better. Now, you want to get back in my good books, right?”
You nodded desperately, and Steve smiled. His sunflower was always so eager to please.
Steve grabbed your hips, pulling you to sit on his manicured oxford shoes. He started you off, rubbing your cunt over the laces and leather below you until you got the idea. “That’s it. Rub that dirty pussy all over my shoes. I bet you like it, don’t you?”
The way you looked up at Steve had him almost cumming on the spot. You looked like an absolute mess, your tear-stricken cheeks and puffy eyes making him harder. “Fuck.” He muttered, looking down to the sheen left on his shoe from your sopping cunt, your wetness soaking through your underwear. “You’re my disgusting little baby, aren’t you, sunflower?”
“Y-Yes, daddy.”
Steve always loved hearing his two favourite words. He didn’t really have a kink for being called daddy, but how it made you all shy and submissive was well worth it.
You kept rubbing yourself with little moans and sobs until your hips started shuddering, and Steve knew you were getting close. He drank in the sight of you, your nipples peaked through the fabric of your dress and muscles tensing throughout your body. It was a picture-perfect sight. “You’re doing a good job, sunflower. But you were a bad girl. And bad girls don’t get to cum.”
Steve pulled you off him, your sounds turning to whimpers as you were denied your orgasm. His shoe shone with your juices, and Steve stuck it in your face, rubbing it with the leather. “Look at this. You’ve made it all dirty. I’d normally kill someone for dirtying my things like this.”
There wasn’t much Steve wouldn’t kill someone for, but he loved to taunt you nonetheless. “But I suppose I can forgive you if you clean it up.”
Steve laughed as you looked around the room, trying to find a rag or something to clean it with. “Stupid baby.” He grabbed your hair, ignoring your yelps and cries as he shoved your face against his shoe. “With your tongue.”
He held you there, not allowing an ounce of movement. With your ass in the air, he smacked your cheeks, watching as you tried to lick away your wetness as the spanks kept coming. He wanted you sore. Perhaps that would teach you a lesson.
You licked at his shoes, having to go over the same spot when your tears fell and made a mess all over again. It was an endless cycle that Steve was all too happy to witness.
Steve hummed, watching you contently. Maybe he’d get you another toy from the hospital gift shop after his shift tomorrow. He loved seeing his sunflower smile after being a crying mess, like a blooming flower after the rain.
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🦋 “When will you be mine” w/ Steve Kemp🥰
when will you be mine
continuation
pairing: steve kemp x reader (do i need to tag him as dark or is that just already implied seeing as how he’s a serial killer? 💀)
words: 1k
notes: i know i said short little blurb but my fingers wouldn’t stop typing lmao. also i didn’t mean for this to be so “YOU” ish but oh well 🥲 this is my first time writing for steve kemp so i’m still trying to find him in my writing - we’ll get there eventually 🥴 anyway! thank you for sending this in!! 💙
“You again,” the familiar voice jested, causing you to turn around and eye him.
“Hey, that’s my line,” you retorted with a small smirk. “Back so soon, Mr. Kemp?” you lilted teasingly.
“For the thousandth time, it’s Steve. Please,” he begged, “please, just call me Steve.”
You smiled at his playful dramatics and nodded, conceding.
“Steve,” you corrected yourself, earning a smile from him in return. “Was there a problem with your drink?” you asked, worried.
“No,” he assured you. “I, uh, I actually just came back to ask you something..” he trailed off, sounding almost nervous.
“What’s up,” you prompted him to continue.
“You do catering, don’t you?”
His simple question caught you off guard, you weren’t expecting it with how fidgety he was being all of a sudden.
“Uhm, yeah. Yeah, I do,” you nodded.
“Great,” was all he said in response until you squinted at him, a small smile playing on your lips as you fought the urge to let your nervous laugh escape.
“I’m having a little get together next weekend. Just a few people, really small. But, uh, I’d love to have you cater, if you’re available. I haven’t stopped thinking about your cupcake since you let me taste it last week. The cupcake, you gave me - that cupcake, I mean. It was fantastic, I know I’ve told you before, but you’re a really great baker,” he babbled as he blushed at his poor word choice and obvious fumbling. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling so big. Even now he was adorable.
Steve was in your shop weekly if not daily getting a coffee and whatever food item you suggested to him any given visit. He was your favorite customer and you couldn’t help yourself from developing a bit of a crush on the guy. He was gorgeous, funny, smart, so sweet, and charming as hell. You had made him a special cupcake for his birthday last week and since then, he’d been..just a little different when he came in. Almost shy, nervous, though he tried to hide it, it always showed through by the end of his visits. You were worried you had screwed things up with the cupcake, made him uncomfortable or something, but now you felt relieved knowing he really did like it.. And with how flustered he was getting, you thought maybe he really did like you, too.
You had no idea, but Steve was smitten with you the first day he walked into your bakery cafe.
He always had a lot on his plate, though. Never wanted to get you tangled up with his work. He didn’t see you like he saw others, he wasn’t interested in getting you to sell you. He wanted you all for himself.
But he didn’t push it. He couldn’t. He needed to wait for the right time. And he would, to make sure there was no chance of anyone or anything fucking things up for him, he’d wait for the perfect time to take you, to finally make you his. Seeing you as often as he did, talking, flirting, just being around you when he could, it was enough for him for the time being. At least it had been. Until last week. He walked into the cafe and when you saw him, the way your eyes lit up, it made his heart sing. You ran to the back and returned with a little green pastry box just as he approached the front of the line. You took over the register and gave him a soft smile.
“Happy birthday,” you offered, placing the box down in front of him. “I made you this. It’s red velvet..and your drink is on the house, too,” you added, batting your lashes at him, though he wasn’t sure you even realized you were doing so. It was adorable and he smiled back with a sincere and grateful ‘thank you’, shoving the cash he had to pay for his usual order into your tip jar when you turned back to get his drink before you walked down the counter with him to talk a bit before he would inevitably have to go to work. All day, he couldn’t stop thinking of you, couldn’t focus on much of anything.
You remembered his birthday and you made him a cupcake. A special cupcake just for him. He knew his feelings weren’t one sided, but your consideration and obvious care really showed him he was right. He decided that day, he couldn’t wait much longer. You belonged with him. He needed to be careful, now, though. He couldn’t get sloppy just because he had feelings for you, he needed to keep his patience. He just needed to get you out of town. His new home was almost finished and he couldn’t wait to get you there. It would be perfect. Just like you.
He didn’t want to be too confident, didn’t want to freak you out or scare you. So he’d play the part. Make sure you felt safe. Because you were, you had nothing to fear with him, he’d make sure of it.
You helped him schedule the catering, chose what pastries would travel best and picked one of your most popular flavors. You told him you’d be there right on time and it was going to be a rather small gathering, no more than ten people, if that, so you were the only one who needed to work it, it’d be easy. The “venue” was a bit of a ways away, but Steve insisted he’d cover your gas money, so you weren’t going to complain or argue. Plus, you really wanted to do this for him, you would have said yes no matter what. With the plans all set, Steve left looking more sure of himself than when he’d first asked about setting something up. You didn’t think anything of it and returned his smile and ‘see you later’.
Steve was thrilled. Everything was set and now he had a week to ensure everything was ready for you at his place. Just a week, he kept reminding himself. Just one more week and she’ll be mine.
part two
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Taste {2}: Smell
Steve Kemp X F!Reader
[First Part]
Summary: Steve wants you.
Words: 1,6K words
Warnings: ANGST, DARK, SMUT=DUB/NON-CON, SEX POLLEN, reader gets drugged, masturbation (f), pillow humping, PIV, rough sex, unprotected sex, mention of blood, mention of kidnapping, mention of cannibalism (duh)
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Steve panted and whipped the sweat off his forehead. After all that happened the other day with his best friend, he had been in a dire need for a run, to clear his head and figure out what to do with her.
He loved her. There was no doubt there. He was obsessed with her since he was just a mere kid. And now he had her…
But not completely.
He had to find a way. A way to get inside her head. He already had her affection that he knew, but needed more.
He wanted her to only need him and just him. He wanted her to think of him from the moment you wake up till sundown. He wanted you to dream of him, to want to be with him, to be obsessed with him.
He leaned against the table as he looked at the camera focused on you. “What are you doing now? What are you saying, Dove?”
You paced around the cold stone room, sometimes stopping to pound at the door until your first bleed.
“This is not real. This is not real.” You slapped yourself, pinched the skin of your arm. Did every trick in the book to wake yourself up and nothing worked.
You felt like you were suffocating, your mouth dry.
“Are you okay?” You heard a voice. You turned around to find the source, only to find nothing. “I heard a strange noise. Are you okay?”
“Who are you? Where are you?” You asked, crawling closer.
“I’m Noa. I’m in the cell next to yours.”
“Noa?” You said under your breath. A name that you knew very much.
“Yeah. I’m sorry you got fooled too…”
“You know… I was just like you at the beginning. ” Started Noa, her voice echoing against the stone wall. Despair lacing the words coming out of her mouth. “That I would one day get out… that someone would notice my disappearance. But, I have no one. We all have no one.”
“Isn’t that right, Penny!” Noa screamed.
You hear a weak “Yeah.”
She laughed weakly. “And he always kept on coming and coming. Taking and taking. Parts after parts.” She let out a laugh. “Can you believe it? I don’t have an ass, nor one of my legs and arms. I can barely feel anything anymore. I feel crazy…”
You listened to her through the vents connecting the cells. The more she spoke the more dread filling your stomach. They were the girls. The woman you’ve been looking for more months without ends.
Tears were streaming down your cheeks and your breath was short. You felt like you were suffocating. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” All this time… the man doing this was in front of you all this time and you never noticed. “I couldn’t—“
You were a failure.
Noa chuckled and you heard her chain rattling. “Why are you sorry? We are all in the same boat here…”
You rubbed the snot coming out of your nose. “I was trying to find you. For months I’ve been trying.”
You heard a small ‘what’. And that deep ache inside of you grew even more. The little hope that was in that word just broke you.
“And I found you. But now I can’t do anything.”
“But can’t you— Don’t you have people who will try to look for you? Won’t the police wonder why you’re not coming to work?”
You shook your head even if you knew she couldn’t see you. All the hope in her voice made you weak. You felt all the fight inside of you leave. “They won’t. Because they didn’t care about this case. They told me that if I took it, they wouldn’t help me… I’m being rogue right now, and the police, they don’t like that.” You said, laying down in the pile of sheets that Steve called a bed.
“What the fuck. What the fuck!” Noa screamed and then all was silent. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of whimpers coming from all the women who’s hope just bursted into flame.
The moment you woke up, you could feel the difference. The air felt more thick after each and every breath and you could barely breathe. You felt hot all over but especially in between your legs.
Your pussy was pulsing with deep neediness and you felt like your clit was just begging to be played with. So you couldn’t help yourself when you pulled yourself up, pulled your sweatpants and soaked panties off of you and started rubbing your soaked pussy against your pillow. Your juice was pouring onto the cloth and soaking it. Your scent was now impregnated onto it.
You wanted it all to stop. That neediness, that hotness everything that was making you rub your clit like a woman who hadn’t had sex in years. You felt like you were about to burst at any second and touching yourself was the only remedy for it.
You placed one hand on the wall and the other brought the pillow closer to your core as you grinded on it harder, the sensation on your clit making you whimper and throw your head back.
Right as you were about to cum, you heard the door of your cell open and there he was.
Steve. A faux pout on his lips.
Image of those lips wrapped around your clit lashed inside your head and you felt humiliated, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding against the pillow and cum right as he walked inside the room.
“I can’t believe you started without me, Dove.” You vaguely heard him say as you were still coming out of your high.
When you opened your eyes, you saw him right in front of you, sitting on the ground, shirtless and you felt your cunt pulse even more.
You needed more. You needed him. All rational thoughts went out the window as you growled and crawled on top of him.
You placed your hand on the imprint of his cock as you unbuckled his belt as fast as you could.
“I fucking love you like this.” He said, rubbing his nose against your cheek. “So needy for me. Obsess with me.” He kissed down your jaw, but you didn’t care. All you wanted, needed, was his cock inside your pulsing walls.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” He growled into your ear. “Just want to feel you for days.”
You whimpered when you finally pulled his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxer and immediately you pulled yourself up with your knee and slid down on his erected cock.
The feeling of being full, of his cock twitching inside of you, made the burning sensation finally go away. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you pulled yourself up and down.
He placed his big hands around your hips and helped you hip and down his hard cock. “Feel so fucking good, Dove. So good and all mine.” He slapped your ass hard enough to make it blush red. You moaned at the impact
He leaned closer to you and bit your lips hard, you whimpered when you tasted blood. “Taste so fucking good.” Steve said as he licked the blood. “No one else will be able to taste you but me. I’m keeping you all to myself.”
He placed a hand around your neck and under the swell of your ass so he could lift you and slide deeper inside of you. At every thrust of his hips, his cock going deeper and the tips always touching your cervix.
“All fucking mine.” He groaned into your neck as he pistoned inside of you. You threw your head back at all the pleasure you were feeling. Your boobs moving up and down at every thrust.
Your climax came unexpectedly. You screamed as you squirt. Your juice glistening his cock and balls and some landing on his stomach and your tits.
Steve groaned as he licked it off your tits and bit down on your nipple. again drawing out blood and licking it too. “I can’t wait to fucking taste you, Dove.” He moaned out as he came inside of me. His cum painting you walls and dripping down his dick. “I fukcing love you so much.”
Only then did all your senses came back. “What did I do…” You immediately slid off his cock and crawled backward. Away from him.
Away from this monster.
“I did it again…” You said looking at your hand. “How, why?” Then you remember how the air was before all this.
You pointed at him, making him stop from going closer to him. “You did this to me. You did something to me.” You covered your lover half with your bed sheets.
“Dove…”
“Don’t you fucking call me ‘Dove’! You are not my friend! You are not my Steve! You are a monster with his face!” You screamed at him.
Steve's gaze grew hard and he locked your jaw in his grasp, hard. “Now you fucking listen to me. This has always been me. How I am. You either accept it or…”
You shook your head. “Never…” You managed to say.
He tisked. “After everything we’ve been through. You still made the wrong choice.” Is all he says before you felt something pick your neck.
Your eyes widened. “What?” You tried to push him away. Your hand pushing against his face and chest until you couldn’t anymore.
Until you felt a haze and darkness consumed everything.
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Obsession | Steve Kemp
Pairing | Steve Kemp x dark!reader
Warning | 18+, Dark themes, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of murder, obsessive behavior, a shitty ex-boyfriend, mentions of stalking, mentions of vandalism, mentions of assault, gaslighting, manipulation. Steve Kemp (he’s a warning on his own!)
Summary | When you have a chance encounter with Steve, you wonder who he actually is.
Word Count | 1614
A/N | So, I wanted to dabble into writing dark fics with dark!reader and what better character than Steve Kemp (my husband) to write it out!! Surprise, this is also the first chapter of my first series!! I got inspired by @extremelyblackandwhite and it gave me an idea to write for it as well. Beta’d by the lovely @lunarbuck, but all mistakes are my own. Banner & divider made by @vase-of-lilies. If y’all enjoy it, leave some feedback, comment and reblog. I’d really appreciate it!! 💗
Masterlist | Obsession - Steve Kemp series
‘You’re an obsession, you’re my obsession. Who do you want me to be to make you sleep with me?’ - Animotion
It was early afternoon when you entered your local bookshop, taking in the sight of the wooden bookshelves as you smelled the scent of old yet valuable paper and books. It’s your safe haven amongst the turbulence you experienced several years ago.
The second you laid eyes on him in your local bookshop, you knew that he was the one. The stranger is handsome and exactly your type. There's something intriguing about him, an all encompassing energy that surrounds him. And you couldn’t help but be entranced by it. There’s an aura of mystery and magnetism that inexplicably pulls you towards him as your eyes drift to his tall frame. He picks up several books and flips through the pages of it on the wooden shelves, moving from aisle to aisle. You subtly follow the stranger around until he reaches the classics where you’ve also been to check out.
He halts when he makes it to the letter B, his eyes roaming from side to side around on the high shelf. You’re amazed with how he’s dressed and the way he looks. His dark brown hair is neatly combed and properly parted to the side. He’s wearing a pink sweater with a brown jacket on top combined with some jeans. It seems like he is looking for a specific book. The handsome stranger picks up Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë from the high shelf near the beginning of the aisle.
Since the breakup with your ex-boyfriend, something has snapped within you. You can’t really explain what it is, but you always feel the need to be around someone, to know every single detail of their life and what they’re doing to cease the loneliness in your heart. It’s a curiosity that morbidly hinges on being intrusive and obsessive, that’s how you like to recall it. It’s been two years since you had seen him. During the breakup, an altercation ensued that led you to key his car and slash his tires out of vengeance. You didn’t stop there, you regularly stop by his apartment to ‘check’ in on him and trash his place. You’ve also tracked his whereabouts and followed him from behind, a few feet away just to see his reaction as you smiled and played dumb by telling him that it’s ‘just a coincidence’ that you bumped into him. Because your ex-boyfriend was, frankly, an asshole. Maybe, this was the kind of revenge that you needed to act out on; as payback for going through the assault that you endured with him during the five years you’d been together. In your eyes, he deserves it. You reported him many times before to the police and he was arrested with multiple charges on his part.
Your ex didn’t report you to the cops because every time he attempted to; you just put on your act as the civilized and innocent ex-girlfriend who was always the victim to his horrible actions.
“No sir, that’s ridiculous! I might be his ex-girlfriend, but I’m not capable of doing such horrendous things. I don’t even have the strength to slash his tires out. I understand that I broke up with him due to his cruel actions, but he just can’t accept that. And now, he’s taking it out on me by constantly harassing me. Check his record, he has various charges, and I’m afraid that he’ll do something to me that could bring my life into mortal peril.”
“Oh sorry, Miss! I didn’t know that. Do you want to file a restraining order against him?”
“Yes, I’d like that sir. Thank you so much!”
“Okay, that’s settled. We’ll add harassment to his record too.”
“Thank you for helping me out, sir. I appreciate that a lot.”
“No problem, Miss.”
Some things are better left unsaid. You physically moved on but you mentally aren’t able to until something or someone else came along. And luckily for you, it has.
While you’re drooling over the guy standing right next to you, you remember you’re in search of a book of your own, Persuasion by Jane Austen. But it’s on the top shelf next to him, and you aren’t able to reach it. You take a look at the man, with the book neatly tucked underneath his arm.
I gotta have him!
“You don’t strike me as the type of guy to read books by Emily Brontë,” you initiate softly with a sweet angelic tone towards his direction, eyeing him with a precious smile while you fixate your gaze to him, externally scanning him. His radiant blue eyes reach you and in an instant something is unlocked in you.
He chuckles softly at your statement. “You’d be surprised by my various interests then.”
“Hehe, that’s alright. It’s cool that you read classics like that. I find that very cultured of you,” you say complimenting him while you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Why, thank you. It’s not every day a beautiful person such as yourself compliments me on my taste in books.” He smiles while he looks down at the floor, seemingly abashed by your charm.
“You’re welcome and thank you, too!!” You gratefully declare as you shyly avert your eyes away toward the book you’re looking for.
“Are you getting something too?”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to get to this book by Jane Austen, but I can't reach it.” You extend your arm and stand on your tiptoes to reach to the top shelf, but are unsuccessful. “I’m sorry for asking this, but could you please help me out?”
“Yes, of course! Which book is it?” He asks while looking at the shelf above him in search.
“It’s that brown leather-bound book with gold lettering embossed on it.” You inquire while you point your finger at it.
“I got you!” He extends his arm to the leather-bound book, takes it from the shelf, and hands it over to you as you take it from him.
“Thank you so much! Uhh, what’s your name?”
“Steve, I’m Steve Kemp.”
“Oh, wait… aren’t you a doctor?”
“Oh, so you heard of me? And yes, I’m a reconstructive surgeon.” He implies with a curious look in his eyes.
“Well yeah, I read a paper you wrote about the increasing trends in cosmetic surgery and its impact on the overall consciousness and self-image. It was quite interesting to read,” you answer him honestly as you tap on the cover of the book you’re holding in your hands.
“Oh, thank you. I’m so honored that my paper was read by you, a delightful soul amongst our own.” He places the palm of his hand on his chest in a lighthearted manner.
“I didn’t get your name, what can I call you?”
You tell him your name while you flatten the creases of your skirt with one hand.
“Such a beautiful name. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He sticks his hand out for you to take and then proceeds to kiss the knuckles of your tender hand.
Steve was equally enamored by you, and he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt for you. Your presence and attention is like a toxic drug for him that he couldn’t get enough of. The moment he set his eyes on you, he immediately knew that you’re perfect to him. This is rare, a very rare thought for a man like him who kidnaps women, kills them, consumes them, and sells their body parts to his customers. He knows it’s unfortunate that you’ve met him, despite his instant attraction and soft spot for you. He isn’t able to subdue his appetite and is desperate to know what you taste like. He promises himself that he’ll be careful with you. So, you don’t have to suffer mentally. It’ll be quick and painless. He can have it all with you, he’s sure of it.
“Do you live around here? Because I live on aisle 6, in the crime and thriller section. I just come to the classic book section and talk to random, very good-looking people that stand next to it.”
You chuckle in your head at his joke as you tilt your head sideways and contort your face a little, withholding a smile.
“That was terrible,” he states out loud, self-loathing clearly eminent in his voice.
You think his awkwardly charming behavior was cute at first, but since you have a PhD in Psychology, you don’t trust someone and their intentions so quickly anymore. Therefore you hold your guard up. You need to find out who he actually is and what he’s like. The real Steve.
“Yeah, it was kind of terrible.”
“I’m so sorry.” He immediately said as he started to back off.
“It’s fine.” You reply, while you wave your hand dismissively.
“Have a good afternoon.”
“Yeah, you too.”
Just as he is about to walk away from you, he suddenly turns around as if he has changed his mind. “You know what? Fuck it, I’m already ruining this, so I’m just gonna keep going. Do you think I can have your number?”
“Oh, yeah sure!” You answer enthusiastically in a cheerful tone.
Yes!
You exchange your number with him as he does with you.
“And as a last token of my appreciation towards you, I want to gift you that book you’re holding,” Steve answers casually.
“What? No, Steve. You don’t need to do that!”
“But I want to,” he replies as he looks at the title of your book.
“Persuasion by Jane Austen, huh,” he pauses as his shimmering eyes look at you, intrigue and awe glimmering in his gaze as if you’re the only one for him. “Well, you certainly persuaded me.”
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